Day 113 – The Countdown Conundrum
Rest is for the Weak… Apparently After the tangled mess of the start of yesterday's rest day, it was only natural that last night’s sleep came in short, unsatisfying instalments. I stirred at 5:30am and from that point on, my brain decided that rest was so yesterday . I lay there willing myself back into slumber, but it turns out that worry about logistics, the marathon and whether we have enough butter are all surprisingly effective sleep deterrents. Thankfully, I’ve got a good book on the go—something well-written enough to distract from tiredness but not so gripping that I accidentally lose four hours and all sensation in my arms. Goodbye, Sweet Chariot The first task of the morning was to return the hire car to Enterprise. I’ll admit, I felt a pang watching it disappear from the driveway, especially knowing we're now down to one car in a family of five with more schedules than the average airport. This will be fun. And by “fun,” I mean a calendar-based diplomatic missio...