I’m writing this in advance, as I usually recommend for all bloggers, because this is a lost day for me. I’m not going to experience May 27th, 2019 on the Earth. This happened to me last year as well, when I missed Oct 28, 2018, never setting foot on the ground anywhere on Earth.

Some of you have experienced this, some not, but it’s interesting for me. I actually left yesterday, May 26th, from Denver to get on a plane. Around 11pm at night, my flight left San Francisco heading west. The next time I’ll set foot on the ground will be Tuesday, My 28, in Sydney, Australia.

I don’t actually lose time, at least human time, which is a construct that we get around with our extremely fast air transport. In this case, I cross the International Dateline heading West, so by the time the plane lands, it will be Tuesday and I’ll have missed Monday.

Of course, it will just feel like a long trip to me and when I arrive, it will likely feel like Monday evening to my body. Hopefully I’ll get some sleep.