A lot to think about
Awake early. Grey and blowing a gale as Gwen used to say, in Seaford this morning. Sat working on my laptop on my kitchen table for a while. Today I took a helicopter view of my manuscript and deciding it needs to be a bit slimmer -- which is a better position than needing more material. Lorraine off to the gym today, and then saw Sally and Marek for lunch and a catch up. I did bits and pieces of writing, but finding focus a little hard to come by. Off to the gym after lunch and I did a bit more. Something lovely about walking through the streets, with everything seeming cooler and more autumnal, and windy. Autumn must be the most poetic of all seasons precisely because of its mix of beauty and sadness. Home again and I spent time reading the book of one of my podcast guest Lorraine home late this afternoon, having had a good time, and I cooked this evening. After a smidge of TV we opted to listen to music tonight. Listened to Górecki's Symphony No.3. I w...