We managed the last sea day – took little time to pack. We both felt under the weather but were bound and determined to NOT looks sick and make it safely home. Means we wore masks. Good Masks. All the time. George wasn’t thrilled. I didn’t care.
Short summary – we docked at 0800 or there about and by the time the immigration folks were done faffing about, I was glad we’d booked a private car with a flight at 1300. One other couple – with an 1130 flight – had done the same.
We left Melbourne on summer’s solstitce – longest sunniest day of their year at 1300 on 21 Dec. We landed at SFO on 21 Dec at 0820 in the morning (yes those dates are correct) and finally had a gate about 0900. Immigration wasn’t a problem, our luggage showed up promptly and we headed straight to BART.
Miriam picked us up and I think we wiped out after that. Oh wait – we attempted to go the Cal Women’s Basketball game. Made it through ½ before I really needed sleep. Still wearing masks. Winter Solstice, dark as all get out way too early.
I started coughing more over the next few days along with a serious fever (39.4*C) shaking chills and the rests. I finally went in and was seen on the 26th. Wasn’t dying so handed antibiotics and let loose. Went home to keep everyone awake for the next few nights till things calmed down.
Still coughing. Getting really bored with coughing. No energy and no willingness to be in public.
(whine, whine, whine).
Lousy way to end a year.
