Either I’m so bored I’m updating my page at 2:00 in the morning, or I’m in an extremely different time zone.  The latter would be a safe bet.  Indeed, I’ve been sentenced to a week “across the pond,” with the accompanying 8-hour time difference.  I haven’t even fully adjusted to PST yet and they throw this at me?  It remains to be seen if I get any sleep at all.  Case in point, I enjoyed the entire Royals game last night (or, this morning, as was actually the case,) complete with rain delay.  I got to cheer them on to victory, and barely had enough time left to make it in to the office.  Odd feeling, I’ll tell you.

So, travelling over here (the UK, I guess I forgot to mention,) consumed the vast majority of my weekend.  I left the house at 1:00 Saturday afternoon, convinced as always that there would be some unforeseen delay at the airport which would in turn cause me to miss my flight.  And, as always, this resulted in me sitting around a terminal bored out of my mind for three hours.  Better safe than sorry I guess.  (Not really.)  From there I flew to LA, enjoyed another three hour layover, then took an overnight flight to London.

By the time I hit Heathrow, it was 4:00 in the afternoon with the time change.  After suffering through a good bit of trouble finding my driver, I finally made it to the hotel around 6:00, thoroughly exhausted but just a bit hungry.  The Google led me on a short hike to a place called The Antelope, which I was quite fond of.  I imagine I’ll find my way back there a time or two over the course of the week.  Due to some technical issues with the international service on my phone, I don’t seem to be able to upload any of the pics I took.  Guess that’ll have to wait until next week.