Working out in the wind was rather invigorating. Getting drenched on the way home from the National Gallery was not. There's a rather touching little shrine to the Paris terror victims outside, composed of a circle of pens and pencils. I added the only one I had on me, a rather nice one, but I just felt the urge.
I also donated to the little kiosk providing drinks and food for the homeless. It's an eyesore, and I'm rather surprised they haven't been chased away, but I support them. Sadly, such venues are needed more and more.
It was nice to get out, anyway. I've been so low since before the holidays that I've spent way too much time alone indoors watching antique/property porn and lamenting my wasted life. I dropped in to see Maggi Hambling's WALLS OF WATER and the soulful seascapes of Norwegian painter, Peder Balke, previously unknown to me. They did me good.
Also encouraging is the return to BBC4 tonight of the scrawnily sexy old judge Roban and the rest of the SPIRAL gang. Yay.