Rubber stamp, airport, and more than enough excitement...

Which is to say, I'm so tired. So very tired. In real terms, I didn't do so much today... did I?

meri_oddities and laitosto have been visiting. They left to go back to the States today, and we had a lovely breakfast at the Mayflower, talking about yesterday's marathon - meri_oddities was one of the runners, and we feel terrificially proud of her. Our friend, the marathon runner! We had oatmeal for breakfast: something I love but haven't had since The Foot was broken, since it involves cooking.

After we took them to the airport, maaseru and I went to Cotton Ginny, a clothing store we both love. She bought stuff. Gorgeous stuff. I was tempted, but it was so difficult to try anything on, and I didn't want to buy clothes without making sure they fit right, that I didn't get anything. I seem to have a lot of clothes wearing out at once, so I want to get a number of things. Must wait.

Then I bought a rubber stamp at Michael's. One of my favourite and most useful rubber stamps is a swirly one that says "Thank You", and I use it to make cards. Sadly, I left it in my drawer at work. So I thought it might be a good idea to buy another one. Two "thank you" stamps would be handy.

They had three stamps which said "Thank You" - one ugly, one too fancy, one okay but boring, and one that said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I almost got the okay one, then I realized that the repetition of "thank you" three times reminded me of John Barrowman (with his famous, "Fantastic, fantastic, fantastic!" and that was reason enough to get it.

So by the time I lurched back to the car on my crutches I was totally exhausted.

Home. A nap, which turned into several consecutive telephone conversations. A visit from Sheila and Harry, and we watched Torchwood ("Something Borrowed") and Doctor Who ("Partners in Crime"). They'd wanted to see more Torchwood, and much as it breaks my heart to turn down any chance to watch Torchwood with anyone, I wanted something cheerier.

So why do I feel as if I ran a marathon? Doesn't seem right.