In theory, Tuesday, June
12 got lost altogether. It became the day that never was as we flew over the
Pacific Ocean. As I considered all the options of exercising in the airport, on
the plane and so forth, it fell fresh on me when Shannan began setting her watch
for the correct time and date in Australia. I decided to leave my watch alone.
Thus, according to my trusty Iron Man Timex, we landed in Sydney at 6:00pm of
the lost Tuesday, June 12. I took the day back, better yet, I held on to it.
According to Shannan, on our return we'll have two Thursdays, both the June 28.
That's just fine by me and my watch. I'll exercise twice. It won't be the first
time.
Whatever the time or
date, exercise!
Tom
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