Des­pite last minute scrambles to get extra paper­work and half-plans for Doug to stay an extra week in the hopes that the Immig­ra­tion Depart­ment will issue his pro­spective spouse visa now, we’ve decided to take the flight as planned tonight, so we’ll see you all in Mel­bourne on Sunday. Well, actu­ally, we’ll prob­ably see very few of you on Sunday and more of you at Tim and Nicole’s wed­ding on Monday.

The last few days have been stressful. Some of it has been lovely though, including a last visit to one of our favorite spots in Palo Alto, a res­taurant called NOLA, where we had creole shrimp and pas­sion­fruit and guava mar­tinis, fol­lowed by a trip to Water­course Way, where we soaked in a private tub, lan­guished in our sauna and gen­er­ally relaxed. The next morning, we went to Moma to see Eliasson’s latest work, which was bril­liant and which I don’t have time to describe.

Anyhow, flight at 10.30pm our time. We land in Mel­bourne around 12.30pm Sunday. I don’t know where my mobile phone SIM is but my home number is the same as it was.

And for the record, this journal returns to Aus­tralian Gov­ern­ment Style Manual, Sixth Edi­tion, starting Sunday. Thank effing heavens.