Time flies when you're .... flying

The flight is freezing! At -62 degrees celsius outside it is of no wonder why, but still, I am huddled underneath this thin airplane blanket wishing that I had asked for another cup of whiskey when I had the chance. Of course my television screen doesn't work so I've spent several of the past seven hours listening to Beats Antique and doing crossword puzzles on my iPhone. I could only sleep for one. My body knows it's 9pm in California. The sun is about to rise in Amsterdam and, despite the cold, my window shutter is open and I'm hoping to get a glimpse of the ascending morning. I can smell eggs being microwaved. Even though dinner time felt like lunch time, apparently it is almost breakfast time. A new day is about to begin. Where I am, Sunday has become yesterday. Where I came from, Sunday is still today.