It's been a sunny, crisp autumn day in Hometown, and I had a reason to leave the house. The weather alone probably wouldn't have made me move, but I had an appointment with a GP (not my GP, gods know where she is, but a GP, which was nice, as it gave me a perfect chance to repeat myself on the medical front) in southwestern Hometown, quite a long way from the eastern part, where we live.

I took a bus there but decided to walk home. An hour and a half it took me too: along quiet residential little streets, cutting through a couple of parks, across the river, through the nightmare maze of little streets between us and the rest of the city... It was pleasent and peaceful and beautiful.

Also I'm in a pathetic state, physically, as the 90 minutes of walking, not too much in a rush, left my legs aching...

And once again it's 1.09 a.m. and we're still up and I'm not really even tired. Sleeping just seems like a waste of time at the moment.

Still don't have flights...


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