This is me, looking kinda weary, blogging from SFO. Time to go, Jonathan.

Earlier in the day, I got to hang out with Kyra Trombi. She’s cool.

Plane boards in an hour.  I’m typing in the departure lounge.  This is my least favorite time, in all truth.  When I checked in the guy told me that the flight had seven or eight empty seats throughout the craft, and that one of them was beside me.  I’m hoping that’ll stay that way, but they usually disappear.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed, though.  The plan is try to stay non-sweaty (weirdly my big problem befoe flying), get on the plane,  sleep for as long as possible. It takes fourteen and a half hours to cross the Pacific. If I could sleep for eight of them, that would be extraordinary.  I’ll be home in about 26 hrs. Can’t wait.

Eight hours till take-off and I’ve moved into that odd ‘travel space’ where all I want to do is be on my way.  Charles has us going out for an early dinner, which I’m sure will be terrific, but all I want is to be at the airport and doing what I can to finagle an empty seat beside mine.  If I can do that, I’ll be a happy person indeed. It’s amazing the difference that extra little bit of space makes. I’ll let you know how things turn out, when I get to the other side. I’m about 30 hours from home.  The next bed I sleep in will be my own, and I’m ready to be there.  I love coming to Locus, but you’re always the third wheel (it’s a place of business, after all, and they have a lot to do), so getting on and home seems even more desirable.

How was the trip? Well, I’ve only blogged half of it, but Manhattan was a ball, World Fantasy in Saratoga was one of the best cons ever, and I always have a good time in Oakland.  So, it was well worth it.  However, I think it’ll be a long time before I undertake a solo trip this long again.  Other priorities await.