I have already gushed about how much I love the city of Sydney, but that trip is the biggest ass-kicker of them all. I spent the rest of that day sitting bleary-eyed in front of the TV, watching The Golden Girls on Lifetime Television for Women and waiting for it to be bedtime, then most of the night staring at the ceiling, too tired to sleep. I occasionally fly Sydney, because I only have to fly three of the trips in a month, but most of my time at home is spent recovering from my time away. Eventually, though, I drifted off to sleep, and stayed in bed snoring away until mid-afternoon.
The phone woke me around 2:00 P.M. “Are you up yet?” It was Katie.
“Mmmmph rrrbt,” I think I said.
“Well, if you want to get up today, I’m going down to the theater in a bit. They’re doing a read through
