ZIB

Back in work, I was brain dead for most of the morning after having had a much faster run in the Grunewald yesterday evening than I'd intended. The afternoon was more productive, though, and I stayed late expecting to see the boss, but he had gone. So, my student and I left for another very pleasant dinner of weissbier and burgers - vegetarian this time - at a bar in the centre of Steglitz. She said it was a hip place and, indeed, I was conscious of being about 20 years older than everyone else there.