We had a beautiful day yesterday -- cool but not uncomfortable temperatures, a cloudless sky. In the afternoon I made a quick trip down to Central London for a photography walk. I feel like it's been so long since I've been able to play around with light and shadow.
Sunlight changes everything. Entirely new cityscapes appear.
I hacked my way through about 50 more pages of "The Golden Notebook." I am going to stop complaining about this book, I really am. I'm going to shut up and read it. I looked up more reader reviews on Amazon and so many people purport to find significance and meaning in this bone-dry tome that I am just going to make myself plunge ahead.
Maybe it gets better at the end. Which, at this point, is still 450 pages away.
Yesterday during my wanders I passed a sidewalk used-book sale, where I picked up volumes by Nadine Gordimer and H.E. Bates for £1.30 -- practically free, really.
If yesterday was my day of relaxation, today is the day for buckling down. I have to do my substitute reports for the week and I need to update my resume. I am going to apply for that position, even if in the end I decide not to take it. There's no reason not to talk about it. Right?
(Photos: Top, a street in Fitzrovia. Bottom, a self-portrait near Euston station.)