I have this friend in Australia, and she is 14 or 16 hours ahead of my time zone. Since I am such a deep into the night person, we keep the same waking hours. We don’t talk time too much, but when it is the middle of the night here and she says she’s going outside to lie in the summer sun with her dog? It still sounds strange. I know it’s true, just like a million dollars exists even though I haven’t seen it.
Here’s where the blonde moment comes. She sends me an email that says something like, “Hey if you’ve sent me any emails since lunchtime, my email has been down since then, could you send them again, yeah?” (That’s my Aussie blogging accent)
My brain short circuited on that one. Whose lunchtime? They’ve already had lunch and we haven’t even had the dinner from the night before or breakfast and, and, and….
So I claw my way out of my dumb moment by emailing her back, “How many hours ago are we talking here?”
I am going to pretend to no longer be confused by this.