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Still not here
Jan. 6th, 2005 12:53 amMostly. Home connection still FUBARed, except I've got it working on my laptop.
However, today, something amazing happened. And no, it is not the return of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparktastic from her vacation back at the folks' in Edmonton, it's that of my own free will I acceded to her request to meet her off the plane and help carry her stuff back for her.
I made it to Gatwick by 9:10am, a bare 10min late. (Sadly her plane got in 45min early but that's not my fault.) I.e., very punctual, for me.
But up at 7! On tram before 8! Voluntarily!
Verily, I am a changed man. It must be the absence of beer or something. I can't remember the last time I was out and walking along the street in the light of dawn, unless I was staggering home from a club or party. [EDIT] It was actually quite pleasant.
I kept being astonished by how early it was all day. Second breakfast with Sparky in a greasy spoon in Camberwell at 10:30am, in Angel for a haircut before noon, unsuccessful shopping for cross-country ski boots in Covent Garden by just after 1, at a client in the City before 3, met an old mate from University in Camden for dinner at Manna by 7... A hell of a full day. I'd almost forgotten what it was like. And leaving the pub at kicking-out time, earnestly discussing philosophy, evolution and semiotics, unimpaired by booze. I could grow to like this. It's a revelation.
If this is all facilitated by staying off beer, I must keep doing it.
However, today, something amazing happened. And no, it is not the return of
sparktastic from her vacation back at the folks' in Edmonton, it's that of my own free will I acceded to her request to meet her off the plane and help carry her stuff back for her.I made it to Gatwick by 9:10am, a bare 10min late. (Sadly her plane got in 45min early but that's not my fault.) I.e., very punctual, for me.
But up at 7! On tram before 8! Voluntarily!
Verily, I am a changed man. It must be the absence of beer or something. I can't remember the last time I was out and walking along the street in the light of dawn, unless I was staggering home from a club or party. [EDIT] It was actually quite pleasant.
I kept being astonished by how early it was all day. Second breakfast with Sparky in a greasy spoon in Camberwell at 10:30am, in Angel for a haircut before noon, unsuccessful shopping for cross-country ski boots in Covent Garden by just after 1, at a client in the City before 3, met an old mate from University in Camden for dinner at Manna by 7... A hell of a full day. I'd almost forgotten what it was like. And leaving the pub at kicking-out time, earnestly discussing philosophy, evolution and semiotics, unimpaired by booze. I could grow to like this. It's a revelation.
If this is all facilitated by staying off beer, I must keep doing it.
