Nice flight, Captain Rebollido.

I slept last night with plans of writing about being giddy on my London book finds today.  It was all planned out, use my Oyster to Windsor, look for a place to sit within castle grounds, write, then spend the entire day wandering around and getting lost at the Queen's weekend home.  Found myself sitting in church this afternoon instead, literally just hearing mass, since I could not remember a single thing about the sermon.

I know, I know.

Have been missing in action for nearly two weeks, and I still haven't finished writing about our Bohol sojourn.  The Balicasag post isn't even done yet.