After over a day's travel (22 hours from leaving the gate in Melbourne to arriving at the gate at JFK), I'm back home! It doesn't feel quite as long as it was, since it was nominally the same flight (UA 840) the whole time, though we had to deplane at Sydney and change planes at LAX (there was nobody to tell us where to go, welcome to America), and nominally all happened within a few hours on the same day, departing Melbourne at 12:55 and arriving at JFK just a couple hours later at 19:50! Or maybe it doesn't feel quite so long because the book I'm trying to read is endless (one fellow-traveler remarked she'd never seen such a chunk of book, opining that if you read it in bed you'd end up with a concussion!): Barry Hill's Broken Song: T. G. H. Strehlow and Aboriginal Possession, about which, more anon. But now - to bed. School starts tomorrow!
