Atrocious, I know—squishing three whole days into one single log!  Sneaky, too.  “Well,” you console yourself, “at least this is bound to be a very long, very exciting entry.  Obviously, Erica has been up to so much that she hasn’t had a single spare moment to record her adventures.”   Not so.  In truth, folks, I’ve had so many spare moments over the past three days that each day’s entry would look something like this:

Woke up.  Spare moment.  Checked e-mail.  Got ready for the day.  (Danced the can-can.) Ate breakfast.  Spare moment.  Trimmed toenails.  Taught Corinne’s lesson.  (Hung upside down from a rafter.) Helped Jeanette with laundry and dinner prep.  Spare moment.  Watched “Pillow Talk.”  Tidied up room.  Napped.  Spare moment.  Surfed the web.  (Hunted lions in the forest.)  Tried composing a three-part vocal piece.  Took out garbage.  Spare moment.  Sucked a throat lozenge.  (Romped with gypsies.) Gazed out window at pouring rain.  Ate dinner—the highlight of the day.  Spare moment.  Talked to Jeanette and family.  Answered e-mails.  (Met the queen.) Went to bed. 

*Repeat three times. Change only those descriptions contained in parentheses.  Fill them with whatever suits your creative fancy.*

Sound pretty bleak?  Actually, these past three days have provided a nice change of pace.  It’s been pleasant to have nothing to do and nowhere to go.  I’m almost (no—I won’t say it!). . . .maybe (okay—I will!) bored.  Now that’s a novel concept, isn’t it?  BORED in ENGLAND?   I’m sure you’re appalled, and so am I.   Thoroughly.  But there you have it.  And now I’ve nothing more to write about.

Goodbye!!!

P.S.  Don’t worry; things are bound to become exciting as soon as Michelle arrives.  Not that she’ll bring chaos in her wake, necessarily, but when she arrives, I’ll feel it my duty to show her a good time before we start globe-trotting.  And THAT, my friends, is when the excitement will truly begin.