All I did was go to my City Lit class and back to the Strand, via Neal St East, where I blew money on a new inkbrush, and I feel like I've been climbing mountains. Ohhhh, what it is to be old... It's bloody hot,and they keep the windows stuck shut, with the heat up high at TCL, so that's certainly a contributing factor. Whew-I'd worn warm clothes, too, following the radio's bad advice. Sure is windy, though;scarily so, once again.