I slept in on Sunday, which was lovely and overdue. Then I spent the day pleasantly wandering Glasgow with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thereisnomagic. I have recent pictures for those who know him and have not seen him in even longer than the 1.5 years since my last visit. In his usual way, he did not warn me in advance that things had changed in his life, just waited for me to figure it out for myself. Embarrassingly, he filmed me while I did it. *sigh*
Today I got up at a usual (for me) ungodly hour and went to work out in the 24-hour hotel gym (love this recent string of open-always gyms). I had a large and probably insanely expensive breakfast, and then walked to work. The walk was bitterly cold, windy and raining. I don't know exactly what the temperature was, but it was likely around freezing. The high for the day was in the 40s, and at 7:30am there is no sign of sun or warmth.
I have mixed feelings about walking to and from my hotel. On one hand, walking is healthy. I hate interacting with taxi people, paying them or waiting on them. On the other hand, I find that my extremities (and not so extreme bits) become quite cold during the 30 minute walk. My legs in particular ache badly, and after 45 minutes back in the hotel, my feet still haven't warmed up. I had a similar-in-distance morning walk to work in France, but the cold here is making the experience considerably more miserable.
Perhaps I will become accustomed to it.
thereisnomagic. I have recent pictures for those who know him and have not seen him in even longer than the 1.5 years since my last visit. In his usual way, he did not warn me in advance that things had changed in his life, just waited for me to figure it out for myself. Embarrassingly, he filmed me while I did it. *sigh* Today I got up at a usual (for me) ungodly hour and went to work out in the 24-hour hotel gym (love this recent string of open-always gyms). I had a large and probably insanely expensive breakfast, and then walked to work. The walk was bitterly cold, windy and raining. I don't know exactly what the temperature was, but it was likely around freezing. The high for the day was in the 40s, and at 7:30am there is no sign of sun or warmth.
I have mixed feelings about walking to and from my hotel. On one hand, walking is healthy. I hate interacting with taxi people, paying them or waiting on them. On the other hand, I find that my extremities (and not so extreme bits) become quite cold during the 30 minute walk. My legs in particular ache badly, and after 45 minutes back in the hotel, my feet still haven't warmed up. I had a similar-in-distance morning walk to work in France, but the cold here is making the experience considerably more miserable.
Perhaps I will become accustomed to it.
