Oh, feeling much better…

Oh, feeling much better today. I've been feeling sort of frayed for several days of this trip, kind of wanting to be weepy for no good reason. I blame a lot of it on lack of sleep; I haven't slept well since I got here, for one reason or another. Mostly heat, I think -- England has been unseasonably warm, and not only do most places not have air-conditioning, most don't even have fans. So you open the window wide and prop open the door and flop on the bed and try not to think about how hot you are. My hosts also tend to stay up late and get up early, which tends to wake me up. Adrian is fine with six hours of sleep, and let me tell you, that is not enough for the Mary Anne. Oh no. The Mary Anne needs seven hours a night minimum, or she will get frayed and start feeling like a tired little kid who needs to be either put to bed right now or at the very least bought an ice cream cone. Add in to that this weird prickly heat rash I've gotten on my arms which starts itching uncontrollably when it gets hot, and I've not been so physically happy, despite all the wonder that is England. But last night I took Benadryl, and I slept like a log, and I woke up today clear-headed and refreshed -- and I had forgotten how good that can feel. So hooray for modern medicine! The plan for today -- shower and dress, work at home for a few hours, then take a bus to the train to the subway to meet Kirsten and go shopping with her; she's getting ready to get married, and there's all sorts of little things that still need to be found. It's nice, to be able to do this with her. It's no fun, having her so far away.