And we’re home
I burn my candle at both ends
It will not last the night.
But Ah! my foes, and Oh! my friends
It gives a lovely light
–Edna St. Vincent Millay
So the car came for us in our hotel in Saigon at 9 pm Thursday. Midnight flight from Tan Son Hut Airport, a name forever engraved in memory from the news coverage of the war. Arrive in Tokyo 7:30 Friday morning, spend the next 8 hours in the Admirals Club, playing bridge base with Gail in between naps.
Finally, the 4pm flight to LAX, arriving at 8 am the same day. Always weird to land 8 hours before you take off. Three more hours in the Admirals club (winning 1.20 masterpoints), then the short hour to SFO–I was asleep before the wheels were up, woke up when they put the wheels back down for landing. A car service took us home, then I went right back out to pick up 3 weeks worth of mail and re-stock the refrigerator.
And now, it’s time for a shower and clean clothes. Mike Rippey is having a party/lamb roast, and we can’t be expected to miss a party, can we? I once read that Dick Clark said “Jet lag is for amateurs”, and that’s been my motto ever since.
It will be good to sleep in my own bed tonight. And most of tomorrow, I should think.