I’ve been running up and down these stairs for two years now. Down in the morning for my jog, up again after my jog, then down again for work, up again at night to stay at home as usual to get lost in my reading. I love to read, had been around the world just by reading.  Today starts on a different note. I don’t hear the alarm, so I’m an hour late for work. The kettle also decides to break, leaving me without my usual mo...