I'm back from two days in Brisbane, and off this afternoon to the US. Feel like my feet aren't touching the ground.
We've eaten enough Michael's-Away food (lamb chops, pork spare ribs, chicken livers, etc)
First stop San Francisco, where I will catch up with a friend from days of yore (thank you, Plaxo, for the reunion), then to Denver, then to Omaha. I will be a weary one!
The housesitter is ensconced, the dog walker is engaged, and all is well enough organised. Off we go.