“There’s no rest for the weary.”  Or so the saying goes.  In this case, there’s no rest for the jet-lagged.  After very little sleep (more like a few winks) on last night’s overnight flight from Boston, I arrived in London excited and ready to go.  That lasted for about 10 minutes.  Or the time it took to get from my gate to the “UK Border” sign at immigration (I love that sign!).  Exhaustion set in hard and fast.  Determined to beat it, I quickly made my way to the Underground ticket booth and discovered that my Oyster card from my visit two years ago was not only still active, it still had money on it!  The 45 minute tube ride from Heathrow left me outside Pimlico station, where the cool air and crisp breeze perked me right back up.  I made my way to my nearby hotel and took advantage of the Executive Lounge to grab a Diet Coke and some enormous marshmallows.  Completely random, but coupled with the warm Doubletree cookie and hot shower, I was good to go.

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