Waiting For A Train

Leaving York shortly. Should be in London in a couple hours, and after I’ve stopped for a drink I’ll be headed back to the Thames Delta. My throat is sore. This is because I sometimes go days without speaking to another person, and then I do something like my Visiting Professor gig here and talk for five or six hours. And the next day my throat is all “what did you do with all the noises I don’t like it any more ”

Hermit life is weird sometimes. Time to go home.