Day 4, Take 3: The Author Can’t Sleep

It’s not working again, Gentle Reader, my meds that usually knock me out. My feet are throbbing and my blisters are popped and hurt and my lizard monkey brain is going a hundred miles a minute. I’m trying some warm milk right now to see if that can fix me. And a biscuit. Because.

Worrying about the virus. Worrying about travel. Worrying about my feet. Worrying about travel travel travel travel travel. I am ALL OVER England on this trip. Friday I’m in Bath; next Wednesday I’m in York. Then I’m to Ireland. The rest of the time I am bouncing all over the place. I am pre-exhausted. But I don’t really have a day off until Sunday.

Meep.

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