Dead, still twitching

Time off: got the book I wanted, now I have to summon the discipline to read it.

I only realised how tired I was when I got into town, found myself at the church of St Giles-In-The-Fields, palladian grandeur all locked up while the tramps and homeless sat on the steps near the Phoenix Garden. Long before the present church was built, this place served as a leper colony, 10th/11th century...for a moment, I remembered or imagined a shadow nearby. But there was nothing, just soot and cars in the middle of the day, Covent Garden and Charing Cross roaring around me. Still. This place would feel odd on a moonless night.

London has strange dreams and so do I.

Time for bed, food, a bath, and a reality check in the morning. Good night lj.xx