Stupidly, last night we violated one of the prime rules of jet lag—even though we don’t actually have jet lag—and fell asleep at 8 p.m. At 1 a.m., we woke up, read for a bit, etc. Ken took Nyquil; I turned the light off at 2:30 a.m. I’m up again now at 3:15. Sigh. I don’t know why we were so tired. We should have forced ourselves to go to a movie, just to keep us up later.

We’ve completely revised our travel plans from what we decided before we left. It made sense to go to Trikon today, instead of heading north to Birmingham and visiting Amanda/Dave/Gordon (they, Lucrezia, and Max & Marguerite from Germany were the only people who knew we were coming over). Plus, we found out that Mynydd Gwyn was holding an A&S night in B’ham on Thursday, and how could we pass that up? So, after Trikon today, we’ll try to head north a little (we have no idea how long Ken’s work will take, or if his ex-boss is free for supper, etc.). Then we’ll see some standing stones/long barrows/etc. in the Cotswolds, and possibly stay in/near Stratford on Tuesday night. We’ll see Stratford and Warrick, and get to ADG’s on Wednesday afternoon/early evening. Thursday, after A&S, we’re heading into London to stay with Melisende and her fiancé. Friday we’ll see the LotR exhibit at the London Science Museum (because it ends on Sunday). Saturday we’re off to Paris to see Vicki-Marie, and we’ll spend Sunday there and come back to London on Monday, where we’ll stay until we fly home on Thursday.

Unless some part of that plan changes without notice, of course. [g]

Right, I think I’ll read for awhile and try to sleep again… Why is that becoming the refrain of this trip?

Oh, and apparently Britain gives me heartburn. It started just as I stepped off the plane. Argh.