Oh where, oh where?

I made an attempt to understand the International Date Line this morning. Having not heard anything from Bill (is he on the plane, is he back on the boat, Where in the World is Carmen San Diego aka Bill Plemitscher?), I decided to try to figure out if he's presently on a plane yet.

He is 13 hours ahead of Tennessee, so he's actually in the future, wherever he is. If he's in the air, he is there tonight, traveling backwards in time, toward meeting me this afternoon. Am I the only one who is having a hard time with this?

I shot off an email to his company, asking if he was indeed relieved of duty yesterday (meaning: today), and if he is on the plane. We shall see if I get a response. They probably have no idea where he is either.

I saved a few chores to keep me busy today--vacuuming the stairs and the loft, and cleaning the bathroom sink. I bought myself a Swiffer Wet-Jet and did the kitchen and bathroom floors yesterday. Wow! What a great thing. I'll never mop again. Swoosh, and the floor is done! I should be on a commercial, I love this thing so much. Maybe I'll clean floors more often now.
Not likely, but we can hope.

The lettuce almost got zapped last night, due to my ditziness. I went to take Echo out for her last trip before bed, and luckily spotted four pots of lettuce shivering by the door. They looked grateful when I put them inside, saving them from this morning's frosty dawn. The good news is that this unseasonable freeze is temporary. We should be back up in the sunny seventies by the time Alex comes in on Wednesday.

In the meantime, where is my husband? The only thing I'm sure of is that he's somewhere ahead of me in the space-time continuum.