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Woke up Monday morning, around dawn. In Beijing. Finished packing, had breakfast, picked up my silk shirt, and started for the airport with M at 11am. Beijing time. Got on the plane around 1pm. Sat on the tarmac for an hour or so, finally got underway an hour late.
Landed in San Francisco at 9:30am Monday Morning Pacific time. Raced to get myself and my stuff through customs, back through security and to my gate Just in Time to make it on board. Sat at the gate while the mechanic changed an indicator lightbulb.
If there is some punchline that has to do with mechanics and changing lightbulbs I am way way way too tired to make it.
Landed in Boston at 8:00pm.
Also on Monday.
To make a very long story only slightly shorter, my bag decided SFO was the airport to be at, and did not make my connection when I did. A courier will bring them, hopefully overnight, as it did manage to catch the next flight out. It should have landed, and I am really really looking forward to the end of this endless Monday. I've spent nearly fifty hours inside this Monday alone. No one should spend two straight days living out a Monday. That is just cruel and unusual.
To recap: Monday dawn, Beijing, 6isham. First Monday sunset, somewhere over Japan. Second Monday sun rise, about two hours from the California coast over the Pacific. Second Monday sunset, just south of Chicago.
Current score: Etakyma: 0 --- Monday, November 15, 2010: Eleventy Billion
Can't sleep yet - too tired. Glad to be home, but man, not looking forward to getting up tomorrow.
Landed in San Francisco at 9:30am Monday Morning Pacific time. Raced to get myself and my stuff through customs, back through security and to my gate Just in Time to make it on board. Sat at the gate while the mechanic changed an indicator lightbulb.
If there is some punchline that has to do with mechanics and changing lightbulbs I am way way way too tired to make it.
Landed in Boston at 8:00pm.
Also on Monday.
To make a very long story only slightly shorter, my bag decided SFO was the airport to be at, and did not make my connection when I did. A courier will bring them, hopefully overnight, as it did manage to catch the next flight out. It should have landed, and I am really really looking forward to the end of this endless Monday. I've spent nearly fifty hours inside this Monday alone. No one should spend two straight days living out a Monday. That is just cruel and unusual.
To recap: Monday dawn, Beijing, 6isham. First Monday sunset, somewhere over Japan. Second Monday sun rise, about two hours from the California coast over the Pacific. Second Monday sunset, just south of Chicago.
Current score: Etakyma: 0 --- Monday, November 15, 2010: Eleventy Billion
Can't sleep yet - too tired. Glad to be home, but man, not looking forward to getting up tomorrow.
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Glad you are home safe, and glad to read your baggage also fumbled its way back to its own time zone.
Even if it was at 4am. *face-palm* Hope you get caught up on your rest, poor thing! Welcome home. :)