A Tale of Two Fridays

(Or, I'm Not Done Yet:-)

The writing's on the wall.

It's the day after two Fridays.

The first Friday began at 2:55am in Auckland and ended somewhere over the ocean. Cheers to my host Rushlee who got me to AKL in time for a 6am flight.

All I remember of first Friday is a movie-filled trans-Pacific flight ("The Hollars," "Genius," "Cafe Society," and "Date Night"), laughing out loud at a Carl Hiaasen novel (readying for my return to Wacky Florida) and a stunning sunrise above the clouds.

We're here and can't wait to meet everyone!

The second Friday felt like a slow-motion hangover: a day in pressurized metal cylinders hurtling through space and time, a dream of endless hallways, portals and strangers asking to see my passport and waving me through lines.

Good to go to sleep and wake up to Saturday with good coffee and good friends in San Diego. 

Happy Saturday morning (where it is really Saturday), the day after two Fridays.