Made it. Safely landed at Heathrow, through the pulsating hoards at customs, visited Stonehenge and Windsor Castle, to the hotel in Southampton. Yay. A smooth, on-time ( if virtually sleepless) flight preceded by the brilliant idea of a shot of tequila--who's afeared of flying, not me, not after a shot of Mexican elixir. As good as a Xanax, even if it was likely more expensive at $11).
I would dearly like some sleep, people. Not happening. I wonder how long a person can go on an average of 2 hours sleep. So far so good(?) for 2 days. Just another lazy hazy crazy jet lagged day in England for this ole gal.
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