I did a significant amount of packing and sorting yesterday, including leaving some things in the front hall that needed to go out to the garage. I then attempted a slightly early night in the hopes of a good night sleep. Sadly, the temperature drop meant I woke up cold about 6am, and then Artisanat had to get out the front door through my pile o'stuff (and so took it all out to the garage) banging and clattering. Which meant that my 'eh, alarm at 8:30am' went off after I'd given up, faffed about on the internet, and eaten breakfast. But at least I had the time to faff about in bed.

Around 10 I started on the 'and now it is time to get moving'. Shower, tidying, final packing (all the electronics from the bedroom, bringing in washing, deciding one which other pair of trousers made the most sense) and somehow it was 11am and I need to be done so I could leave.

Trip to the aeroport was uneventful, as was checkin. I'd deliberately picked one of the old and slightly dodgy suitcases, in case it has to be abandoned here due to not fitting in the car. It came back off the plane with a small hole, and now that I've taken stuff out of it, there is a large hole (the zip along one short side is not longer attached to the side fabric). I have learned from past mistakes, and used the cane the whole way, and am very thankful that I've finally learned that lesson.

Flight was on a 737, from one of the 'walk across the tarmac' gates; I coped. I was one of the very few lucky ones, in that I had one seat mate in a three seat row (when I looked at options for changing seats yesterday, there were half a dozen individual seats I could have selected, none as good as the one I had). Said seat mate was on their second of three flights, having come off shift in Karratha at 6am, and heading on to Aotearoa (how good is it that spell check now knows that name :) ).

The flight was uneventful. I noticed no turbulence, none of the many kids on the flight were distressed, and I managed to watch a bit out the window, and make progress on two books (I tried focusing on one, but I needed a break from the characters). We were ~15 minutes early into Brisbane. I then had an ongoing sequence of luck - my suitcase turned up in less than a minute of me getting to the carousel, I waited a bit for the train, then the express rail replacement bus was there and just about ready to go (Eagle Junction to Roma Street) and then I had three minutes once I got in to the station before the next (every half hour) train left - and even allowing for the lack of speed of train station lifts, I was there in enough time.

Youngest collected me, handed me a bag of veggies (two carrots, a tomato, and a Favourites cherry ripe) and that plus two of the three lentil cakes I removed from the freezer yesterday was dinner (the last one was dry in a 'I can't deal with that' way, so I turfed it). And now it is after 22:00, I've done most of my bedtime prep (including a melatonin tablet, for the first time in a week) and I have a 7:00 alarm set (Youngest will be joining me for breakfast, because they forgot some of the things I need for breakfast, and there is a lovely big kitchen in this place)