"Thursdays are usually really good in Nancy's..."
How many times must I go back and forth over this cursed, pre-booked trip to London? She's fat, she's thin, she's fat, she's thin... just make a decision and get over it, eh? And so you do, and despite the logic of postponement, this has to be the right call for posterity. If we have only an average of 29,000 days, best to spend as many of them in London as possible, surely. The idea of getting on that plane is too compelling, and a necessary tonic to conquer the restlessness and boredom. All it takes is a brief conversation that should happen momentarily to at least get the ball rolling, and then complete the necessary memo that is easily done given such motivation. Hurricane Sandy also seems as though it will be accommodating by Halloween's Eve, even as it presents another unnecessary wrinkle I could do without. But just get to the Thames and go from there, my friend.
Starting with Simon Russell Beale in a new Shakespearean play not yet seen, there is a lot of "new" that can be crossed off the list in the coming days. Old Trafford, Anfield, Stamford Bridge... plus the matter of the US presidential election to be watched once again abroad, and this time by the Thames which has held its unique ties since the initial Bush/Gore Guinness bet. Add the chance to fest Guy Fawkes properly in Lewes amid the bonfires as well.
Despite all that proper newness, maybe the clincher is the chance to return to Nancy Blake's, and see about stoking a fire that may not yet have gone out. At least it doesn't seem to have to this point. Returns to the Apollo and the Emirates also offer siren calls of their own. Every path leading toward the same conclusion, which you have tried to bolster in your mind and confidence all day with various emails, messages, and conversations. It makes tomorrow afternoon's last encounter with L. all the more enticing as a warm-up, and the chance to send a proper message to K. to keep whatever hope that remains there alive as well.
You cannot waste any more time like yesterday. So here it goes, I guess...

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