Lovely Sunday

So Carrie arrived this morning, and we have had such fun! We took the tube to Picadilly Circus and got theatre tickets to see Wicked on Tuesday night. Then we walked and walked. We went to Leciester Square and to Trafalgar Square and walked all around the National Portrait Gallery. Lots of monarchs there, as you can imagine, and it seems they all died by execution. Glad to live today, since I'm thinking being poor in the 1500s and 1600s would have meant being dirty and stinky and hungry, and being royal would've meant being executed. No good.

Carrie got only about 30 minutes of sleep on the plane, so she was dragging after the museum, as was I, since I had done my Rebecca-traveling thing last night, which is to wake up to pee at 3:30 a.m. and then lie awake until time to get up. Argh. I hate 3:30. So we came back here to the hotel for a nap. Carrie is sleeping, and I rested quietly a while. (Still no sleep, but I'll take a pill tonight and aim for a whole night through.) Anyway, I've set the alarm for 6 p.m., and we'll head out for dinner and drinks. I'm thinking Italian, since we had a delicious and surprisingly low cal lunch. We went to Pret a Manger, which is a chain with sandwiches, salads, and soups packaged to go. The food is made onsite and is very affordable (for London) and is high quality and delicious. I had gazpacho (yum!!!) and a "fun with falafel" salad with greens and a dollop of spicy yogurt instead of dressing. It was great! Okay, the alarm is about to go off, so I'll sign off and get ready to head out again.