Tuesday. Work. “Don’t cry – work” (to be found on the back page of Rainhald Goetz’s novel Irre). Tuesday. Tennis. Schlieren. It was raining. Depressing. Normality. Things seemed to be different though. Won the first set. And then I lost the second. All back to normal. Federer lost against Djokovic. Things have a tendency to go back to normal, back to the mean. In statistics you call it regression toward the mean (read about it, if you are interested, in Daniel Kahneman’s marvelous book Thinking, Fast and Slow, not the first time I mention it, I guess). Sitting in the café Grande at Limmatquai. The normal. Having both coffee and coke to stay awake for work (remember, always, don’t cry – work. Similiarities. Lieber stark als sexy used to be tagged near the station in Basel. It also used to be my welcome sentence on my Nokia. Gone. The new normal: iPhone). Writing. Statistics. The normal. “Normalität” as Moritz von Uslar would call it on Twitter.