One month on from London…

Hard to believe that a month ago today, I was returning from London. I’ve been crazy-busy catching up from being gone, and have acquired a new writing client who increased the hours they want from me starting July 1 so I’ve been trying to keep up with that. And quite frankly, I’ve got a bit of performance anxiety now about blogging. So many of you were kind enough to read my posts from London, and…

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London Calling, Post 6 – Retail Therapy

(The memory card is no more. And I’d rather buy yarn and purses than a new one right now, so it’s just me and my little words today. Hope you enjoy it anyway!) I know I said no more spiritual insights – but I can’t help myself. 🙂 I started today at the British Library, in the collection known as their “Treasures” room. This room, about the size of three living rooms tacked together, contains…

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London Calling, Post 5 – In Which I Climb Lots of Stairs and Get All Serious…

What an awesome day, you guys. The awesome came at definitely unexpected times and places, but was pretty awesome nonetheless. I *did* achieve my goal of climbing all the way to the top of the dome at St. Paul’s Cathedral – I tackled the climb first thing when I got there around 11. This was no small feat, y’all – 530 stair steps in total, climbing 255 feet above the cathedral floor. And I only…

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London Calling, Post 3 – I saw the Queen! I mean it this time!

Holy catfish, y’all – my day started with a Meredith Vieira sighting in Starbucks and ended with a concert by Stevie Wonder, Elton John, Tom Jones, Annie Lennox and Paul McCartney – given for me and 250,000 of my closest friends. I get to do this kind of stuff. SERIOUSLY. I slept WAY later than I wanted to this morning, and was rewarded for my laziness twice over – faster Internet connection speeds to upload…

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London Calling, Post 2 – I saw the Queen! (Well, kinda…)

Cheerio from merry olde England! (All right, that’s enough of that…) Landed this morning after a delightful flight over in Business Class – I slept (kinda) comfortably on a trans-Atlantic flight for the first time ever. Bless you, British Airways, and your full-reclining little pod-thingies. In preparation for the week, I watched “My Week with Marilyn” on the way over. Kenneth Brannagh is the male Meryl Streep when it comes to accents – he totally…

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