Ten Things I Could Have Done With This Day That Got Lost Going Over the International Dateline.

1. Written postcards (handmade maybe, that day) to people to whom I still needed to say stuff. Telling people things you wish you had told them is as likely as actually having this day back for real.
2. Sat somewhere absurdly comfy and fluffy—enormous bed with feather doonas and pillows; hammock with feather doonas and pillows—and read and read and read and snoozed. On this day you wouldn't get a too-long-in-bed sore back.
3. Buffy. Pancakes for breakfast. Buffy. Pastrami sandwiches on crusty bread for lunch. Buffy. Tacos and re-friend beans for dinner. Buffy. Hot chocolate and Lindt balls. Buffy.
4. Day in a day spa—massages, pampers, people tickling you feet and pulpitating your skull. In reality I wouldn't want that much touching from a stranger. I wouldn't!
5. Stayed in a fancy hotel with a fancy boy—watching movies, wearing white bath robes and getting room service sent up.
6. Done all the things I never can (or want to) do any other day: tax, clean bathrooms, research home-and-contents insurance, my thesis.
7. Seeing as this day is magic anyway, I could have gone back to New York and the Tim Burton exhibition that I didn't realise was on when we were there. (Damn)
8. Learned a new skill: making wine, Russian, scuba diving.
9. Hired a car and trawled op-shops in the burbs.
10. Flown to another city for the day. Perth, Launceston, Christchurch. Had lunch.

*Money seems no object on a lost day.