After a whole day of traveling, preceded by night of utter paranoia and insomnia, I managed to get myself here in middle of nowhere UK to visit my sister. On the night before the flight, as always, I could hardly sleep, constantly fretting about whether I had remembered to pack everything.
[This proved a sensible thing to do, since I actually came up with a number of items I’d forgotten, but was too cold to get out of bed and jot down, so I found myself making catchy acronyms in my head so that I would remember in the morning. It worked.]
Meanwhile, add to that a sore throat, and mild fever, and general sleeplessness and that is basically the sum of the whole of my day in transit yesterday. But here I am. I’ve already located the local bead shop and I can’t wait to check it out tomorrow. Fever or no fever.