Damp
It is, not unusually, rainy and cold here in London. I have come down with a terrible cold, and am praying to every god I’ve ever heard of that it will go away before I have to fly. I have to admit I’m almost feeling ready to go home — something about travelling alone, again. I don’t regret it, and I have more than enough to fill the next day and a half (too much, even), but I will be ready to leave on Monday. And then ready to go home, though I don’t know when I’ll be able to.
Off to the British Museum, now, to see the Rosetta stone.