Went for a run. Didn’t feel great, and I walked the last quarter mile of what I normally run. Home, showered, dressed, I sat down to do a bit more London booking. I booked a ticket to visit the Cutty Sark and the Royal Naval Museum in Grennich (as it is pronounced) on a Sunday morning. I also verified which Heathrow terminal Virgin comes into, T-3, which is on the central rail/tube hub, so it will be easy to take the Heathrow Connect train to Paddington.
Located my hotel with respect to its nearest tube stations, one of which, about 10 minutes’ walk, is: ta-daa! Paddington. From the hotel it’s a five-minute (or less) walk to Lancaster Gate station on the Central Line; ten minutes to Paddington puts me at the junction of four other lines. So assuming the weather isn’t super horrible (wait, this is February I’m talking about, of course it will be horrible) I can get about anywhere in London with a few minutes walking.
Next up was Duplicate Bridge; I’d let Craig talk me into playing in his third-Monday tournament. This is as I may have noted the prior times I did it, a whole goddam lot of bridge, 22 “boards”, i..e. hands, which take from 10:30 to 3pm (with an hour out for lunch). Had supposed I would go to FOPAL after, but nunh-unh, I was wiped.