Time to fly...again.

[tanzanite]

Two perspectives on the same month-long vacation trip to Australia: "Whee!!!! I'm going to Australia!!!! I'm so excited!!! Kangaroos! Wallabys! Aussies with knives!" versus "Long-haul travel. It's a dream come true. Swollen ankles, luggage you hate so much you want to dump into the nearest trash can, and uncooperative taxi drivers. Whoopie." For someone who travels for a living, a good time is a spa at most a 10 minute drive from your home, with no telephone, no mail, and no network access while someone else is living in your house, doing your paperwork, paying your bills, arguing with your corporate overlords, tearing their hair out in your place, and weeding. Add a split of champagne and a novel by a really mediocre writer. THAT is a good time.

I know I'm not ready because I do this often. Matt is completely ready because he has no idea that he's not ready. Nonetheless we are going tomorrow, ready or not.

Stay tuned for more from Australia.