Unfortunately, air travel no longer excites me nearly as much as it used to. Which is too bad, because...

12 Dec 6:25 a.m.
- Leave Naples
12 Dec 7:41 p.m. (22 hrs 16 min later)
- Arrive San Diego (and lose 9 hrs)
15 Dec 9:00 a.m. (2 days 13 hrs 19 min later)
- Leave San Diego (just as I recover from jet lag)
16 Dec 10:45 a.m. (15 hrs 45 min later)
- Arrive Naples (regaining those 9 hrs)
19 Dec 10:20 a.m. (2 days 23 hrs 35 min later)
- Leave Rome (what jet lag?)
19 Dec 5:50 p.m. (10 hrs 30 min later)
- Arrive Boston (and sleep for three days)
27 Dec 6:00 p.m. (8 days 5 min later)
- Leave Boston (finally adjusted)
28 Dec 10:35 a.m. (13 hrs 35 min later)
- Arrive Rome (and on the next day roll into three consecutive days of night-time duty at work)

So for those of you doing the math, that's 2 days, 14 hrs, 6 min of flying over the course of 7 days.

On a related note, I swung by church last night and went to confession for the first time in a couple years...with four trans-Atlantic trips coming up, I figure better safe than sorry. (And by "sorry," I mean, "condemned to eternal damnation.")