Another meeting yesterday in London, so I was up at 8ish and I even cycled to the railway station to get an earlyish train.
Following the meeting I got back to Paddington, got a coffee and then travelled on a very nice train back to Reading while debating free will and morality with a 20 year old guy who works in a Pasty shop in Cirencester. I don't know why I did that. We both enjoyed the debate and I was winning, though I'm sure he believes that he was. I would have liked to have completed my Jeffery Deaver book - The Vanished Man - which I'd read on the way into London and which was getting to that critical stage in each of his books where all the twists and suprises start hitting you wit alarming regularity.
Anyway, following arrival back at the station, the collection of my unharmed bike from the bike racks and a fairly pleasant pedal home, I got the chance to finish my book. Then I sort of snoozed from 8.30 until 10 when Lost was on. I wasn't that impressed with this episode which had no drama of its own, though I'm sure it set something up for later. We'll see. If Lost doesn't get good very soon, it probably won't survive many more series.
I got back to bed and to sleep, but I woke up tired this morning. Early mornings and weekends don't mix!