DOMESTIC LIFE aka REALITY - GLASGOW, SCOTLAND - DAY 13

I took half of a sleeping pill, and woke up with my entire cold in my throat. I lost my voice a bit, and I’m coughing a lot. I think this means everything is draining but I can’t actually tell if I feel better or worse than I did yesterday.

Andrea really wants to go out tonight, but I don’t want to. I have some tea at 11am and “breakfast”. Today is meant to just be a chill day and I’m thankful for that. I only intend to tour Glasgow a bit, have Andrea bake the ultimate chocolate chip cookies, and have me tally up what I owe her so we can hit the bank today.

We’re moving as slow as molasses but another day to recover from camping and non-stop moving is really nice. We’re trying to plan our next few days. Andrea wants to do a hike and introduce me to her friends tomorrow, so we can do Edinburgh Monday. I’d rather take a visit to St. Andrews golf course tomorrow instead and honor grandpa and his favorite golf course, but it’s two hours away from us, and we wouldn’t really know what to do once we got there- Neither of us can play. I’m fine with this. Andrea gets to do something tomorrow and I get to do something Monday :) I’m sure grandpa wouldn’t mind- He’s been with us the whole trip and I’m sure he feels honored through our time spent here.

I pick up and fold my now dry clothes on the drying rack, and we start our day. We really just make it to the grocery store, and the bank and come home. Neither of us really want to do anything. I’m feeling worse as the day goes on, so Dr. Ohanian, (Andrea), prescribes me Sudafed and Ibuprofen, but my right ear is beginning to hurt. I tell Andrea that depending how I’m feeling tomorrow, we may need to go to a walk-in clinic, and she looks them up for me just in case. She was still really hoping to go out tonight- I think for her this is the ultimate bonding experience because technically it would be our first time out clubbing together. Truthfully, this entire trip has been exactly that for me, and I feel too old for clubbing anymore. I’d certainly do it if I didn’t feel so shitty.

Instead, Andrea bakes glorious chocolate chip cookies, and I eat Shepard’s pie. I don’t know what it is, but I just love things like these pies, and Irish stew. These warm, meaty, potatoe-y things with peas and carrots just feel like the very best thing in cold weather.

The rest of the day is spent watching Netflix, catching up on FaceTime calls, and communicating with Julia about meeting her when I get to Stockholm.

We watch shows for hours until it’s 2am. We’re in bed now, but to say “thanks” to my cousin for taking care of me, I’ve folded some of Andrea’s laundry- a chore she dreadfully loathes, and I’ve done the dishes. She’ll wake up to it in the “morning”, and I’ll see if I feel well enough to hike, or go to the clinic. I’ll keep you posted.

Love you guys!