Back to basics

This morning... Bob Seger... quiet. Monday was a kicker, and I didn't see it coming, which I suppose is only my own fault. But thankfully I wasn't in far enough that my feelings overcame my anger at the situation, and I won't be having those post-moment flashbacks where I think of all the things I should have said. Can't say I'm not disappointed, but really, its better this way.

Spent the past few days away from Oxford, and couldn't shake this subtle feeling that all was not right with the world while I was away. The fabric of this place sewn into my own, and that day and night near Twickenham felt wrong somehow. The sensation so well-known to me by now.

Managed to find the time to catch up with a Canadian friend, and I must admit, nice to see someone who didn't know me from Oxford. We drank Canadian beer and exchanged stories of the crazy people we were absolutely not dating. Laughing and wandering up over the hill, it was the standard by now for our outings. Still got back to Oxford in the wee hours of the morning and found myself crawling, exhausted from a long week of nothing, into my single bed.

And now I am off into town, to run some errands and meet with the academia, with very little idea of what I am going to say. Surely fear should feature more prominently.