June 2. Friday.

I finally hit the wall. It usually happens to me at about the one month mark on the road, overseas. I just felt totally and utterly exhausted and spent. So luckily, I had a very low-key day, where I didn’t have to think much. Except as the day went on, more things cropped up, but they were good things In the early morning I began my (leisurely) preparation for my upcoming 2-day training in Colchester, which isn’t really in Colchester but in a town or village right near it called Mt. Bures. Sue Pankiewicz lives in Bures. It is very peaceful there, which I needed again. But late morning, I knew Gillian (Fox) wanted me to see the village she recently moved to, so Sue and I drove to the very old and very beautiful Medieval village of Lavenhall. Many of the buildings here were built in the 1500s and are still livable. I was really glad I went, especially to be walking around with the only two people who read this blog (okay, maybe there are twice as many of you). We ate lunch in a lovely little tea house, and then they had to take me to a lovely little ice cream shoppe. Everything about Lavenhill is lovely and little, and I can see why Gill loves it here.  We drove back to Sue’s and I fell asleep in the car, which is a good thing, because it gave me enough energy to see Rudi, who came over. Rudi and I had one of our usual great talks about relationships—this one was one of the best. Then Sue made dinner and I turned in early. Just what the doctor ordered.