San Francisco International…

It’s 5.15pm Tuesday 4 November.  Three hundred million or so United States citizens are voting or not voting or whatever their conscience determines (incidentally fundamentally affecting the short term future of much of the Western world).  I know a bunch of people who’re voting for Barack “Bazza” Obama and one who’s voting for John “Emperor Palpatine” McCain.  I think it should go Obama’s way, but who knows?  I hope so.

Truthfully, though, as I sit here in the Mission Bar & Grill in the San Francisco International Airport’s domestic terminal I’m mostly concerned with whether I can score an aisle seat with an empty seat beside it.  I have an hour and a half long flight down to LAX, have to switch terminals, then get through security and see if I can change my seat allocation, before getting on the 14 hour plus trip to Sydney. Then two hours in Sydney (again with the changing terminals), and on to Perth.  I’m basically 26 hrs from home, and I can imagine every minute.  All I ask is that it’s moderately comfortable.