Well, the flight over was fine. Dull, and I was exhausted, but that’s fine.  I’ve got a bit less than an hour till boarding and I’m hoping the seats are as advertised. Either way, San Francisco in 14hrs.

Plans.  I’m an increasingly fussy and overconcerned traveler, I think.  Where I used to be happy to rock up to the departure gate and see what happened, now I worry and tinker and plan.  The plan for yesterday and today was take nice little sleeping pill, go to bed early, get a good night’s sleep, get cab, get to airport and go.  Well, I took the little sleeping pill and went to bed. I fell asleep and slept for maybe three hours. Then I tossed and turned until it was time to get up.  I had left all kinds of contingency time in the plan so I wouldn’t be late.  I ended up sitting here in the Qantas terminal more than an hour before departure.  Yay.  The plane to Sydney is completely full (no surprise), so I don’t know if I’ll sleep.  Still, apparently the plane to San Francisco is not too full.  Right now I have an aisle seat with an empty middle and window beside it. If that holds true, I’ll be very happy indeed.