In just a few more hours, I’ll be on my way to do something I’ve never done before — cross the equator. I’m just going to kayak down to the big black line floating on top of the ocean, nip across, spin around counter-clockwise, then nip back home.
No, seriously — I’m heading to Sydney, Australia with my cow-orker Kevin to a week-long training conference. I think I might be able to survive the flight. I leave Seattle on the evening of February 2 and land in Sydney on the morning of February 4. By my calculations, that’s nearly 40 hours of time — but due to the vagaries of the International Date Line, I’ll experience far less of that (Sydney’s 16 hours ahead of us). In effect, I will not exist for February 3. That’s right, folks, I’ll be completely non-existent for my 12th wedding anniversary. Don’t worry, though; I’ve been aware of this for long enough to have made (and executed) plans and all the proper observances have been made; Steph will not be shortchanged.
Other than survive my time in time-zone limbo and the grueling plane flight, I’m hoping to meet up with a longtime net.friend and fellow SJGames freelancer and maybe even get to do the Harbour bridge climb. So, if you don’t hear from me for a week, it’s all good — I’m having fun down in the land of the Southern Cross.
Whoa. I just realized, that if I see any stars, they’re going to be totally different.
