That was one LONG flight. Fifteen hours in the air. It was so long that I watched 13 Going on 30, the last half hour or more of Mary Poppins, The Two Towers extended edition (over 3 1/2 hours), and both The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones. (I did fast-forward through some of Jake Lloyd's scenes in TPM, so it was slightly shorter than the advertised running time.) When I had watched all of those movies, I still had over three hours left on the clock, enough time that I could have squeezed in a 90-minute movie and still had time to put the laptop away before the crew served brunch. Instead, I napped for about an hour and tried to keep my legs from getting stiff. The good thing about arriving at Newark at 3 PM on a Saturday afternoon is that there were no other flights coming in at that time, so the immigration hall was empty. Since I carried both of my bags on board, I rolled off the plane, through immigration and customs, and found my driver within about five minutes. That's never happened before and probably will never happen again. I hope that after a night of rest the feeling that I'm still on the plane will go away. And maybe it won't feel like I left Asia sometime last year, instead of earlier today.