Dentist again and there’s a list as long as my arm of stuff that needs doing. I’m rubbing together the farthings as in my profession it is better to have gaps in the credit rating than in the smile. I’m not happy about it though. So much to do and much of it is pricey.
Home now though and enjoying a week where all I have to do is admin and tidying. Tomorrow another old piece of technology will be going away to someone who wants it. It’s hard to keep the direction of stuff outwards. Especially when old things sometimes find their place. My Camino rucksack. Bought for walkies, very well roadtested. Much loved. I finally found it today and I’m glad to have it. Packing will be easier by far for this short hike I’m doing in Japan. I won’t even need a sleeping bag. It’s the opposite of difficult, just very busy and hard to find official accommodation because of a plague of middlemen. It’s a holiday that I’m making awkward for myself on purpose. That’s all.
The cold has snapped again in London. Huge rainstorms and squalls off the river, peaceful sunny stormeyes in between, reminding us that we have done too much damage to be able to predict the seasons, even in temperate countries. Despite your drooling idiot schoolfriend who has inherited some idea that climate change is all invented by the rich liberals so they can eat more babies. The internet is making us more and more stupid, all of us. Those of us who were already stupid have gone to plant level in less than one generation. Wibble.
I’ve been pitching for some low level voice work around spirituality and psychedelics, which is on brand. I’m thrilled, as more and more stuff is popping up with that unforgivable AI drone. It seems things can still be done properly despite the noise. Likely it’ll land.
I’m looking for a scallop shell to tie to the end of my pack, and I’m thinking about what to bring on this walk and why. I’m doing it in reverse. It is mostly tourism these days. Sluggish Americans with cameras telling me it’s impossible to walk 8 hours in a day up hill and down dale. I’m not there to make friends. Maybe I’ll switch back into “Antisocial Joe” like I did on Camino where I derailed invites to sit with the group and tried to make out I spoke no English until they worked out I did, made it impossible not to, and gave me the nickname I was proud to carry. “I’m sorry, I’m not going to sit with you. I’m working through some things right now and want to be on my own.” “It’s Antisocial Joe!” This is why Putin wants to blow up America.
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