We’ve been home from Australia for over a week now. Haven’t felt much like writing or much of anything else, for that matter. In an email to Marcus, I likened the feeling to that of Buffy the Vampire Slayer after she got killed and then magicked back to life again, finding that she liked it a whole lot better in Heaven, and that she’s rather perturbed at being back with all those burdens and responsibilities again. Australia is my Heaven, apparently.
Been pretty jetlagged after flying home. Getting over netlag as well; it’s good to be connected once again. Seriously, the netlag was harder on me than the jetlag was. I think I have a problem.
It’s been hard to sleep in this new timezone; midnight comes and goes without the slightest tiredness, and I’ve been consistently sleeping very late as a consequence. Going to Australia wasn’t much of a problem in the jetlag department, but coming home was significantly worse. I guess late-night sleeplessness leaves me more time to spend with Jessica Fletcher. (It’s not cheating if she’s fictional, old, and just solving mysteries with me, right?)
I’ve been tinkering around with website stuff here and there. For several days after my return, whenever iPhone would check its “gps” position, it would occasionally return a latitude and longitude of 0. This had the effect of centering the map up at the top of nyquil.org near to the Louvre in France. I may have just traveled from the other side of the world, but I assure you, France was not on the trip. In any case, if ever you need to know the coordinates required to blow up the Louvre with ICBMs, just put zero in for each; that’ll be close enough for horseshoes and ICBMs. I’ve not got my map-moving script ignoring any position updates of lat/lon 0/0. This may come back to haunt me if I ever decide to visit the Louvre, but I’m not planning any such trip any time soon.
Since returning home after spending scads of dollars — both American and Australian — over the last few weeks, we’ve been tightening our belts with some budgeting. This involves much less eating out, and significantly more cooking at home. This is something we’ve needed to do anyway, it’s just so gosh-darned hard to get motivated. Being broke is great motivation. I’ve been trying all sorts of interesting things with relative success, so I may have to resurrect Cooking With Kooks.
Dear Australia: I miss you.