Friday morning we’re up and about at 8am. Our first post-flight sleep has gone pretty well for me – I got all the way to 7.30 – and slightly less well but still not too bad for Erin, who woke at 4. I’ve got a slightly weird adversarial relationship with my body (as demonstrated by the walking last week!) where I ignore what it’s telling me and force it to do stuff anyway. It’s not really a good thing but it does work out quite well for handling jet lag; I’m declaring victory already, 24 hours in. Timezones, you will not defeat me!
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Note: I originally thought I’d be able to batch the various parts of the Australia trip into multi-day-spanning posts, but it turns out that we packed quite a lot into both the traveling and the first day in Sydney. I’ll probably manage it better for future days!
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