My last morning in NYC and I have a 7am call. That means having to stay until the next flight out - which is at 5.40pm. Long delay for a short call but hey, it's with Singapore and that's a 12 hr time difference so c'est la vie.
Have a wife and some friends waiting for me at home, along with a kick-box, yoga retreat - which could be fun (or disastrous, I'm hoping the former) then a couple more weeks of flying around the globe before finally getting back to Quebec and real life.
Still it's all good and it's all money in the bank...