I eventually got off to sleep around 2am I think.
Woke up just before the alarm went off this morning at 8:25am... So I should be able to get a little sleep tonight.
Moses is suspicious... He's seen the cat transportation pod.
Neil arrives this afternoon. I have some bronze sword design work to do for him. I must make room for him in the spare bedroom.
I have a nagging feeling I'm forgetting something important I should of done, or will need to do in December.
I'm not looking forward to the flight tomorrow and I dread the immigration interview (I always expect to get carted off because of some administration cock-up). Then there's the customs fiasco to deal with at DFW. So far I've got through both with a minimum of fuss but I feel the law of averages catching up with me and expect some form of problem.
I liked the story I heard the other day about an English guy who was told by an immigration officer at New York to go to the back of the line. He complied with the officer's wishes and stayed there, each time new people joined the line he let them in and moved to the back. After only a short while this strange behaviour was noticed and he was pulled out of line and interviewed ahead of most of the people he would of been behind. I wonder if immigration thought he was trying to be a smart arse or just really, really dumb. I do wonder about some of the people I see at airports, I've seen many who are clearly not all there... I wonder what happens when they get to immigration control and don't understand the questions. I am sure that most UK citizens don't know what nationality they are. When the visa waver forms are handed out on the plane it's always the Brits who are asking what they should put for "nationality".
Off to take Moses to cat hotel now...