On Monday, back to work. Office banter, riven through with a pleasing amount of envy and horror. Was it really the way it says in the paper? Was it amazing? Was it spontaneous or did I pay someone to make it happen? (People in my circle tend to believe that anything can be arranged, and therefore that anything amazing that happens probably has been. It does not occur to them to admire serendipity, or to court it. It should make me sad, but that is the sort of thinking I leave behind in Glyfada.)