Someone stole Saturday. I remember Friday morning well because I left my house at five in the morning to make the first leg of my trip, SEA to LAX (when flying, you can only talk in code). And I vaguely remember Friday afternoon, with all the waiting for and then seeing Doolies, but I don’t have any idea what happened to Saturday. All I know is that when I arrived in Taiwan, it was Sunday already. I’m writing this late Sunday night, so I don’t feel guilty posting this as a Saturday posting, but that doesn’t excuse what happened to Saturday. I might have to put on a reward to find the missing day.

It’s warm in Taiwan, around 70 degrees Fahrenheit when we landed on almost Sunday. The weather reminds me of Houston. It’s a bit humid and it rained, but the rain didn’t cool the air. Doolies and I ventured to a 24-hour HK food place to eat what, for all purposes, was late-night dim sum, which was a good start to eating in Taiwan, especially after the horrendous airplane food. (Yes, I know I said that I wasn’t going to complain, but did you really think that was going to last more than a few paragraphs. This is David we’re talking about.)

Now I have a dilemma. It’s Sunday morning in Taiwan but only Saturday early evening in Seattle. Should I count this as part of the Stolen Saturday posting, or the Sunday posting? Such problems I have. We slept an amazing amount, considering we spent the previous 15 or so hours sleeping on an airplane. I forgot how nice it was to sleep on a bed. You grow accustomed to where ever you find yourself sleeping, and when that’s in a cramped, seated position, you forget there’s a possibility of sleeping horizontal.

Since I’ve already written something, and I’m hoping to have much more to write when I get home tonight, I’ll post this is as my Saturday entry.