Birmingham, England

I have met the most helpful bartenders in the whole world; all in a pub called The Irish Club, where I finally got a chance to collect myself, ask a few questions, and come in from the cold. There's an evil, evil wind here that damn near blew me over. Makes the "Demon Wind" of Wittenberg look like an idle belch.

I won't lie. I'm scared. Let's leave it at that. I promised I wouldn't sabotage myself, and doubt is an insidious thing.

The bartenders were inspiring. I mentioned I wanted to get to London, and they've given me some great advice. So we'll see where that takes me.

Be well, dear friends. I just might survive this after all.