Monday

Even after nine at night, the tap water feels hot. It is a reminder of how hot the day has been, which I had no way of really knowing. It has been just as chaotic at office as I had feared. It is surprising how much awfulness we can get used to and even manage to smile through.

But last night, Brazil showed us how football is played. Despite the handballs. Despite all the fights. And the red card.

Now I shall bask in front of the television set for whatever little time remains till midnight.