yesterday worked from 8 until midnight, including a dinner thing at the german ambassador's house and then bonding time with colleagues. drank a lot but somehow managed to avoid (1) getting very drunk and (2) having a hangover. so high-five for that. it was worth it, it's important to take opportunities to connect with people outside of work. plus the club was hilarious, tajikistan is a strange country.
today i've been working since 8:30 and have another dinner tonight. so no run until tomorrow morning, when i think i will scrap any thought of doing a "workout" on the treadmill and just do some good old jogging for an hour or something. can't wait to get back to islamabad.
also, a propos of poetry, at the hotel here they always leave a little piece of paper with a bit of persian poetry on it on your pillow after they make up the room. usually it's something by rumi or ferdowsi in standard translation, i.e. professionally translated by an english-language poet. today it was not that. to wit:
Making amends With all of my
Great Friends,
I swear I was possessed
When I turned into such a mess.
Don't want to fall into your trap again,
So sick and tired of playing pretend!
- Rashid-al-Din Hamadani (ca. 13th century)
i'm sure the persian is lovely but...wow.