Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Not Beat. Nor Carrot Nor Rutabaga.

Being sure that pushing on through the first day (landing in London at 11:30 pm Alberta time/6:30 am local time) would set us up for one long, potentially exhausting but jet-lag busting day, I have been increasingly disappointed by my body/brain's inability to adapt.

Suffice it to say, I haven't been sleeping extremely well, but I'm coping with it in the way I cope with most irritating bodily/mind disfunctions: I choose to ignore it and push on, being sure that one fine day I will awaken refreshed and revived, the affliction being gone.

Ah, well. In spite of blood sugar & fatigue regulated mood swings, I've been able to enjoy Hawkshead & Beatrice Potter's house, several good rambles around Kendal, and a Harvest Service in Sedbergh.

Tonight we had a lovely Engagement Anniversary dinner at the French restaurant up the street, and tomorrow our charming hostess is taking us to the Wensleydale Cheese Factory in Hawes, where Wallace & Gromit's cheese comes from.

There was a rumour circulating that we'd drive back through Sedbergh to browse a bit in some of those old book shops.

And so another day in Kendal ends and in a few minutes we'll begin chasing sleep once more.

One lives in hope.

1 comment:

  1. It is crazy, isn't it how the body just seems to adjust at it's own pace in spite of our best efforts.