Oxford, last day. *sniff*

Here I am again at the internet cafe, timed to be able to do my online check-in for my British Airways flight tomorrow and select a window seat. So now that's accomplished, and I'm making my last post from the U.K.

( Bring on the English weather and the obligatory illness )

I guess I don't have that much left to report, sadly. I did some writing on my new Wraeththu yesterday and will probably do some this afternoon between now and coming back into town. If I had a companion, I suspect I'd spend more time in town at a cafe or something, but since it is kind of cold and I'm coming down with something, I don't mind spending a couple of hours of downtime at the guesthouse, reading and writing and having lunch. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep tonight since I tend not to sleep well the night before I travel. I really do regret having to leave this country; oddly, perhaps because I was with friends for so long, including an American family with Matt, in some ways I've not felt that I've been out of the country at all. The accents are different, yes, but I don't feel at all like a foreigner. Very strange. I'll never forget when Callum let me print out what I'd written on the Ron/Dean story I started for him last spring, and I was so shocked to realize the paper was A4 size. I looked at him and said, "I'm in England. I forgot." It was as though I'd known him forever and was just visiting someone from out of town, not out of the country!!

With that, I'll close. Please keep me in your thoughts as I make my return journey with the Suitcase of Doom^TM and scratchy throat. (((hugs)))