London Done

So.
Hm.
London.
Yeah.
I can't remember all the details, but I will do my best to record everything I recall. This will take a bit.

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When Adam and I got home, Luna jumped into Adam's arms and Rose jumped into mine.
I was on the verge of collapse, experiencing violent vertigo and fatigue. I couldn't walk straight. I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes. I lay down on the bed and Rose climbed onto me, kneading and nuzzling and kissing and purring. I lay there for half an hour and tried to meditate.
Eventually, I managed to limp downstairs to scoop the litter boxes. I crawled back upstairs to stretch and have a shower, functioning on sheer force of will.
I actually didn't fall asleep until almost midnight. But I slept like the dead. I didn't even wake up to go to the bathroom.
Adam and I both woke up at ten on Monday. I got some caffeine, vitamins, and antioxidants in me. We ran errands, and my body finished adjusting. I made lunch: Chicken breasts smothered in olive oil and spices, baked on a cookie sheet at four hundred for twenty minutes. Garlic, turmeric, annatto, oregano. The best remedy dry dry chicken I've ever tried.
Adam is currently working on a couple of projects. Life is the way it always is, except now I have memories of London.