I tell you, Snook totally has the way of this flight. He didn't sleep much last night, choosing to work late and get up early at work last night. He asked me what time it is in Sydney, and decided that the 11 hour flight is perfect for, oh, sleeping.
Me? I'm dumb.
I worked most of this flight. I'm awake at the wrong times, and will probably sleep at the exact worst times.
He's also sleeping with the neck pillow. Smart man. Mostly. He's leaning forward, so I'm not sure how well that pillow is helping out.
This is going to be a rough transition, staying awake until 4:00 am and sleeping until noon for the last week not-withstanding.