Current mood:	calm
Current music:	Beethoven, “Piano Concerto No. 5” (Kempff/Leitner/BPO)

London.
It's been a relaxing holiday. I've allowed myself the opportunity to brush up on my Durant, gone for constitutionals using this remarkable iPod device that Fred recommended to me, and did absolutely nothing whatsoever with regards to vampires, demons, cyborgs, or anything remotely related. Or for that matter, anything remotely productive at all.

I've rented a small room in the Kings Row area, the one place in London I can be sure not to run into anyone I know. Which is ironic, because I thought I saw that Abrams fellow on the street the other day. If it was, it would almost feel like an admonition of sorts.

It's become rather plainly obvious to me at this point; this won't do. What started as a sabbatical has turned into something decidedly less useful. I've been sitting about, frittering away time, telling myself that I was waiting until I was ready. The bare fact is, I'm never going to be. Whatever awaits me back in Los Angeles, whatever mistakes and/or misdeeds might be in the offing, I can't avoid them without turning my back on everything I believe, everything I've dedicated my life to. The bottom line is, no amount of preparedness can prevent calamity if it's bound and determined to occur. As another exile noted upon returning home, the readiness is all.