Backpack

I'm still shaking and it has been 15 minutes since I stepped out of the most bone-chilling, arctic shower I have ever endured. The water heater broke. By the end my head was throbbing from the frosty water nipping at my scalp and my limbs looked blue. It was a most unfriendly and near-glacial experience. Hyperbole aside, I'm cold.

I went to the here with her today. I didn't make it but 20 yards in the entrance before I found myself following line and shape with my eyes and hand simultaneously and doing my best to recreate the form in my little sketch pad. We stayed there until the hordes of grade school children started breathing down our necks and scrutinizing our drawings. They encroached and created a positively claustrophobic space. I did, however, get called "a lady" by a teacher instructing her class to "leave the lady alone." I felt grown up. It was a fun change.

I feel like I am constantly carb-loading for lacrosse games. I keep telling myself that it's okay, after all, grains are the bottom and largest tier of the food pyramid, but I have never eaten this much bread and pasta in my life. After a spot of lunch I did a few errands and then headed out with her and her to Westminster. We opted to see Parliament in action after dinner and instead mosied along the Thames river watching street performers and popping into galleries. It was a perfect day to mosey.

I just put the last pair of socks in my mustard-yellow trimmed backpack and zipped up all the sides, readying my things for 4 days in Scotland. 1 backpack. 2 pairs of pants. 3 extra shirts. 4 days. 5 hours on a train. I'm not taking Mr. Apple but rest assured that I'll do a bit of catch up when I get back Saturday night.

Grab ye tartan, I can't wait.