3:00 AM I'm sitting outside the terminal in the "smoking
lounge" (aka: the parking lot), replenishing my nicotine content and contemplating
the next leg of the trip. We'll be boarding the same old beater of a plane,
with a few less passengers.... but the baby's still with us. "How about a
double vodka, little girl?" might be necessary soon.
It's hot and muggy here, feeling like Brisbane in mid-summer and even
though it's late at night, I'm sweating just sitting here writing. Time's
running short as a glance inside shows the herd lining up at the chute to
re-board. Time for a few more quick puffs and then it'll be time to re-apply
that life-saving nicotine patch.
7:00 AM Three and a half hours out of Honolulu and
we're just short of the international date line. We'll be back shortly with
a new date and time.