On my own

Oh glorious jet lag, I have not felt your fuzzy-headed vengeance, for I followed the advice of a well traveled person and stayed up all day walking and writing and whatever.  I will, however, admit to becoming a bit slug-like and unresponsive for the last few hours.  I dare anyone else to fare better considering an 8 hour first flight, a 3 hour layover, an hour and a half second flight, and a frightening 45 minute drive on the wrong side of the road.  And all of it without falling asleep.

I did finally manage to cook dinner, take an amazingly hot bath in a tub that actually covered you with water.  All of you.  All at once.  Without bending your knees and splashing.  Allow me a moment...

Ok.  I was in bed by ten, Scotland time.  Tried to read through swirling eyes, gave up and was out in a matter of seconds.

I did not regain consciousness until 1:30 pm the next day.  I am not even all that ashamed to admit I had breakfast at two in the afternoon. It does make for a short day.

So, today all I did was run into Beauly for some additional groceries and things I didn't want to pack and lug all the way here.  The second attempt at driving was much better than the first.  The really narrow road is not that long.  And I am proud to report that I did not scream every time I passed a car on that road.  Didn't even squeak.  I made all the proper right handed turns and remembered to look for cars in the correct directions.  When I got back to the cabin, I felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway when he ran around yelling, "I have made fire!"

"I have driven a car!"