Right. It’s 11:55 in santa barbara and 13:55 here. my plane’s in an hour and I’m not sure what I need to do next to ensure I’m allowed on it. I picked up my bag from the carousel, told someone I didn’t have any food with me, and gave up my bag again. Then there was some rigmarole involving x-ray machines. Laptops on the belt, coats in the tray? no, change in the tray, bag on the belt, laptop out of bag, in a tray with the coat? er… got there in the end, though I’m not at all sure how happy the work laptop is about all its maltreatment.

The plan on the plane nearly worked, except the guy with something hidden in his shoe turned out to be a dull yet talkative bastard who, no matter how conspicuously I yawned and lay back with my eyes shut, was convinced I was really interested to know that “twenty” obviously came from the spanish “vingte”… I refrained from tentatively offering “twantig” and yawned all the wider until he eventually paused long enough for me to get off to actual sleep. I probably ended up getting about four bursts of about an hour each, rather than the intended fairly uninterrupted 6-7 hours.

I’m not really entitled to food just yet (I’m trying to enforce Santa Barbara time on myself from the get-go) which is a pity since it’s all there seems to be around here to do. I’ll try to find something for the next hour that doesn’t involve MORE sitting…

[addendum: I ate a pizza and read a book. Ho hum]