Tuesday and I wake up in a York hotel room. I do not feel on top form so make coffee and take my morning meds. I check to see if my blood results have come. They have but the one I am most interested in, the PSA is not there. Its sods law in action again, I go to breakfast feeling a bit disgruntled. Post breakfast I rest and then go into town for a stroll around town to look at pictures and what the tourists are up to. It also gives me thinking time to mull over the conversations I have had. There are huge queues to buy ghost tour tickets. I wander up to the minster past a bloke advertising mead.
Of course I end up in the York Fine Art gallery where I bought the Jay Nottingham paintings last time. I wander around the pictures and note there are now a lot of Jay Nottingham prints. He is also doing bigger versions of his night pictures and forests. I am not sure the bigger pictures work and the forests have naff couples in them .
By this time my feet are singing and I am tiring of thinking about stuff so I retrace my steps to the hand made chocolate shop in the Shambles. I get there at about 3:15 thinking that with all the tourists around it is bound to be taking full of advantage of a potential haul. To my horror they close at 3 o’clock! Really, are they mad.
I trudge back to the car park and return to the hotel where I start to update the blog. I settle down for a quiet night reading more of David Chalmers, The Conscious Mind. I will also watch the football on my laptop later on. The Chalmers book is a real challenge and extends me beyond my comfort zone. I can only do this in small bits. Try this snippet:
It would appear that philosophers cannot think about anything without there being other possible worlds based on logical deduction. Personally I find having just one (or is it) is enough of a struggle. But it is refreshing to have to think about what language actually refers to and beyond, but it is hard work. So I settle down to an evening of philosophical conjuring and if I am lucky football, meds and sleep. The thought that I carry most with me from my musings is that I am not my cancer, I am much more than that. I almost forgot that and nearly lost myself. I’m back.
