Not California

Sometime ago, several weeks back now, I arranged to go to San Francisco for a RL meeting of Susan's SL meditation group (following on from the meeting in Malta in January). It was to be my first time in California, something I'd been looking forward to for many decades. For weeks I went around annoying people by singing "Spend my days with a woman unkind…" and various Beach Boys tunes. I found myself writing page-long lists of things to see and do (Berkeley! Salk Institute! Apple Store!) and had to keep reminding myself (a) that I'd only be there for a week, and (b) that I was supposed to be going there to meditate and relax and become more mindful.

I should have flown there via London tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn.

Unfortunately, events in Iceland have conspired against that. I cancelled my flights this morning, and will be remaining ground-bound in Europa. G and I have decided I will be on short time next week: not exactly a holiday but I will certainly be less often in the office than usual. Perhaps I'll take the train to Paris for the weekend or something like that.

Ah well. Shit happens.

[Updated, much later] Well, I didn't even get to Paris. Stayed in the office and worked all week.