Despite last minute scrambles to get extra paperwork and half-plans for Doug to stay an extra week in the hopes that the Immigration Department will issue his prospective spouse visa now, we’ve decided to take the flight as planned tonight, so we’ll see you all in Melbourne on Sunday. Well, actually, we’ll probably see very few of you on Sunday and more of you at Tim and Nicole’s wedding on Monday.
The last few days have been stressful. Some of it has been lovely though, including a last visit to one of our favorite spots in Palo Alto, a restaurant called NOLA, where we had creole shrimp and passionfruit and guava martinis, followed by a trip to Watercourse Way, where we soaked in a private tub, languished in our sauna and generally relaxed. The next morning, we went to Moma to see Eliasson’s latest work, which was brilliant and which I don’t have time to describe.
Anyhow, flight at 10.30pm our time. We land in Melbourne around 12.30pm Sunday. I don’t know where my mobile phone SIM is but my home number is the same as it was.
And for the record, this journal returns to Australian Government Style Manual, Sixth Edition, starting Sunday. Thank effing heavens.