It has proved hard to maintain this journal recently and I wonder if it will survive much beyond the end of the year. I have felt too stretched in the last few weeks to maintain the journal, as I open up new fronts in my engagement with the monster that is Londres. But then, if I have been tired for two weeks, perhaps my response to that should be to do less, to spend more time admiring trees or watching the Tamesis flow by. Still, I feel the quest for Meaning and the quest for Action as closely related, so the busyness will no doubt continue.
A linger affliction aside, the recent week felt better than the previous one. I felt more able to ride out the stressful moments, more positive about my interactions with those I know and those I barely know. If a base level of anxiety never quite disappeared, I at least have been aware of that, and find it useful to step back out of the Londres melee and assess my reactions to it. The oracle by the river is useful in thinking this through, though rumour has it that he will soon go on a journey from which he may not return.
Meanwhile I am feeling ever more positive about a journey I plan to take myself, to Commie Island, where the sun shines in winter and the roads are blessedly free of cars. This plan has developed over the past week to include exploration by velocipede. I am itching to get going already. Such plans help me get through the winter ice and the Season of Good Cheer.