A new morning? Is it really morning?

I am feeling better and just consumed a fantastic and stunningly decadent almond croissant and hot chocolate from Pret A Manger. As my family says, if you're eating, you'll probably be fine. Not so much puffy eye any more, just a little fever and stuffy nose and the world sounds like it is 50 meters away (still thinking in metric). My pocket is full of cold medicine that I got tired of politely refusing from my travel companions. The security lady here in London felt up that pocket to an indecent degree, in my opinion.

Just 10 more hours and I'll be home.

Home.

Nice.