It's always when you want to get home.
The text came through an hour ago.
"Your 1.15 a.m. Flight to Brisbane is cancelled. We are working in getting you to your destination."
Right.
Fuck.
And before you ask about why Brisbane - they put me on the double hop back to Melbourne. Leaving late and sleeping on the plane is much nicer than getting the direct flight at 6 a.m. - I'd spend the night waking every half an hour to get up at four, to be at the airport by five... yeah, I'd much rather attempt sleep on the plane. Besides - the Brisbane flight was going to get me back to Melbourne sooner.
Regardless, the first leg has been cancelled.
Thankfully, after about half an hour, I got the message that they'd rebooked me onto a DRW-SYD-MEL flight getting me home earlier than I would have been on the original flight.
I'm not complaining. Didn't need the anxiety, but it's all worked out well.
So this is the end of the penultimate Darwin trip. I'm not normally one for homesickness, but this trip I've really missed Lucifer, and my bed, and the cool.
Just five more weeks on this project, one of those weeks up here, and I'm back on the job market.
Fingers crossed, something will come along quickly. I'll start looking next week.
Anyway, it's off to the airport I go.
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