The Lost Day

        I got on the plane 10 p.m. 6/15. I get off 7 a.m. 6/17. I will never fully get acclimated to the weirdness of days and hours gained and lost no matter how much I travel. And I can't even begin to try wrapping my head around space-time relativity meaning that I'm a minute fraction of a second younger than I'd be if I hadn't traveled a long time at a high speed. Think about that one.

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