
Jet lag is kicking my butt! I only got about four hours of sleep last night. I woke up at 11:30 PM still feeling exhausted but with the sensation that someone had stapled my eyelids open. After a few hours of laying there staring up at the ceiling I gathered my journal, book and computer and crept into the bathroom so I didn’t wake mom and deb up. I put down the toilet cover, straddled it, and made myself a work space on the backside. It worked pretty well! I am thinking I could patent the idea of a hotel toilet/posh workspace complete with USB hookup and an ethernet jack. It could totally work!
Needless to say I have been like the walking dead today. I hope to confront jet lag tonight, stare him down, and expel him from my life! "Expelliarmus!"
This morning we had an appointment at the Queens residence, Buckingham Palace. As many times as I have been to England I have never actually gone inside. The state rooms are only open six weeks out of the year while the Queen is on her summer holiday. Most of my guide books describe the tour as over-priced and over-rated, but we truly enjoyed it! It was expensive, but worth it! What would it be like to live in such splendor every day of your life! That is the dream isn’t? That is why we all look at the monarchy with stars in our eyes. One can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be one of them!
Our next stop was at the Cabinet War Rooms. These underground tunnels were the headquarter of the British military and Winston Churchill during World War II. They are fascinating. I picked up one slim book called, "A War Brides Guide to America." I flipped it open and saw this passage, "American manners are different from our own and may not always be to your liking. Americans do not tend to say "thank you" as often as the British nor do they begin a query with "I beg your pardon." I kept the laughter inside! Those rude Americans. Where did they learn their manners?
After the cabinet rooms we walked up the street for another look at Big Ben. We di

By this time I felt like my bones had turned to Jello and the same person who had stapled my eyelids open were now endeavoring to nail them shut. It was close to 3:30 and we headed back to our hotel. I fell onto my miniature bed (can’t even roll over with out falling to the floor) and promptly fell asleep. Two seconds later mom gave me a small heart attack by startling me awake. What felt like a few seconds actually turned out to be a few hours and it was time to get up and moving again! I was in such a deep sleep that after a few tries at shaking me awake mom pulled out my ear plugs and shouted in my ear! (Well, ok, maybe not shouted, but that is how it seemed at the time!)
Ok. . . here comes a rather embarrassing but funny story:
You all know what a "planner" I am. I obsessively over-plan and over-compensate on everything! So, before we left on this trip I printed out map-quest maps and direction to most of


"Wicked" was incredible by the way. The songs are still ringing in my ears and are begging to be let loose from my tongue! But no one really wants to hear that!
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