My sleep schedule has made it almost in step with the Sydney clock, but not quite. I got up about 5:00a this morning, which is about two hours later than I have been able to sleep any other day. I got packed and then caught the train over the bridge to try again to get the right set of souveniers. Of course, nothing was open at 7:30am except the trains and, good for me, a corner shop with huge croissants and diet coke: breakfast. I strolled around The Rocks, the Opera House, and over to Darling Harbour taking some more pictures and waiting for shops to open.

I finally got into a bookstore for something to read on the way home (QuickSilver) and into some gift shops for a few more items.

I got to the airport and on the plane at about 3:30p. The flight took 14 hours back to LA and then another 4 hours to Atlanta. When I arrived the day was still Saturday and it was about 7:30p. Having a day last 40 hours is stranger than skipping a day.