Seriously, I'm whipped.
We had an amazing weekend,
but I almost can't explain it
because so much happened!
Thank goodness for pictures to help clear the fog.
From a gala on Friday,
birthday on Saturday morning,
heading to London for the race,
a midnight train home,
and stuffing my face at each stop...
I feel like a zombie.
I might still be in bed when you read this.
And yes, England is six hours ahead.