This morning, I woke up around 6am, because apparently that's how my jetlag works. As soon as I move into the future (GMT,) I wake up at 1am in my body. It makes perfect sense, in a bizarro world kind of way.
Last night the SJC lost a button from his coat. Well, he lost it in the hallway of the apartment, so it was easy to find. At 6am I decided to sew it back on his coat. Thank you, Home Economics class from 8th grade!
Around 7:30 he woke up and I decided to try and convince him that he should call in sick from work today. For the selfish reason that I wanted to hang out with him, I tried various suggestions. Like we could hold hands and watch Harry Potter (no dice,) or we could go to lunch at Herbstreet and caress each other's faces like they did in the 1950s (would you believe that one didn't work either?)
Then he headed to the shower and I looked at the calendar. Today is December 7th. It's Pearl Harbor Day. I used my best debate club argument, informing him of the importance of today's date. I even reminded him that he works for a Japanese company and his wife is American. I may have lied a little bit when telling him that the only reason he has a job now is because we Americans helped rebuild Japan after WW2. It was pure propaganda. He didn't buy it.
In hindsight, I should have just changed all the clocks so he slept through the day, and then informed him at 3 o'clock this afternoon that it was really 11am and whoops, he's missed work. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.