A whole new kind of tired

Jetlag. I have a whole new sense of respect for the term. Our trip has finally come to an end. At long last, Kat and I are back in Chico. I woke up at 7:45am (Monday) in Sydney and it's 9:26 pm (Monday still, damn that int'l date line) and I'm still up like a complete loser checking my email (and paying bills).

I'm so tired I can't even figure out how many hours I've been up at this point. It certainly doesn't help matters that I didn't get any sleep on the plane.

There are plenty of little stories to fill in between "Day 2" and "We're back" so don't worry your pretty little head about it. All in good time...