Where did Saturday go?

I got on my plane in San Francisco on Friday night – watching the last of the fireworks.

It’s now Sunday morning and I’m sitting in the domestic terminal in Sydney waiting for my flight to Brisbane.

That’s the worst part of the travel west and crossing the dateline – there’s a day lost from my life.

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