pulling the strings

5 days in Portugal last weekend followed by a 3-day work week. The next holiday isn't until December but that's okay (for now). I came back with a smile on my face and a refreshed attitude towards life in London. So this week was all about being at peace with the constant flux of everyday life. And it reminded me of Lovegren telling me to 'roll with the punches'. The last 48 hours have been a voyage of measured avoidance after an allergic reaction to a large group of people - Saturday I did nothing but stay in bed and read for hours, leaving my phone buried somewhere in silent mode. Today I managed to make it down to Brixton, chatting with Raquel about topics with a levity that betrayed their gravity. It's nice, this feeling of watching oneself being moved by greater forces like a puppet, at the foot of roads careening off into different vectors, and yet grinning upon it all as if it were all just a convoluted joke intended to pass the time.