It's 1:00 am, and I'm sitting in my friends' dark living room, computing away. I flew to London yesterday, on a fine and two-thirds empty Virgin Atlantic flight. Arrived at Heathrow well and rested at 11 am local time, walked what felt like seven miles through the terminal, got through passport control and baggage claim in less than ten minutes, and found Mary waiting for me with a baby strapped to her chest. The baby looks very much like her husband Charles, and not like her at all. I asked her if she was sure it's hers. She agreed she should probably get a maternity test.
We had tea and hung out and talked, and then I started fading, and around 4pm I finally gave up and went to bed. Slept for a good six or seven hours, and now I'm up again. Checked the interwebs (geek's first order of business), am doing my daily NaBloPoMo blog entry, and listening to Vlad the hedgehog chew on his food and clonk water out of his bottle. And then I'll head back to bed and read a little. "Atonement" seems like a good choice for this time of night.