Like gold-y and bronze-y; only made of iron

8:30am and at work.

Ran again this morning. Not being chased. Which is good.

The button fell off my suit trousers as I was putting them on earlier.

Oddly enough this happens as my girth is decreasing. Perhaps it's a button/thread protest against less-dependance (independence?). More likely to be because the trousers think they are nearing the twilight of their career. We'll see about that.