I missed the memo. Nobody told me October was going to be 89 days this year.

Some calendar adjustment, maybe? The Mother of All Leap Years?

This was a long month. And it’s not just because of the elections, which can make time slow to a c-r-a-w-l for anyone unlucky enough to have a functioning television.

I wasn’t around for that. Thank goodness. No political ads here on Hong Kong cable TV.

It still was a massively long month. Or so it seemed to me.

Why should that be?

Well, let’s see, October began while I sat inside the Bradley Terminal at LAX. Then came a 13-plus hour flight to Hong Kong. Followed by …

–The start of work at the Asia edition of the International Herald Tribune.

–Learning a new operating system at said august publication.

–Arriving at a hotel. Leaving a week later for a 400-square-foot apartment in Wan Chai. Leaving 13 days later for a one-room, 400-square-foot apartment in Tin Hau. Each of those stays seemed like a month in and of themselves.

–Hung out at the famous Foreign Correspondents’ Club. Had dinner at the famous dim sum temple, Maxim’s. Took the ferry to Kowloon, and another ferry to Lamma Island and had dinner al fresco there on the bay. Had high tea at the famous Peninsula Hotel and watched the sun set and the light show come on while gazing across the strait at the famous Intercontinental Hotel

–Met about 30 people. Had drinks with almost that many, in at least five bars and ingested at least dozen varieties of beer. Packed my bags three different times. Didn’t quite unpack them three times. Had my birthday. Celebrated an anniversary.

–Watched the Dodgers in the playoffs live — at 8:30 in the morning. Saw Monday night football at the same time of day. Didn’t mind when Game 3 of the World Series went till, like, 1 a.m. EDT because it was 1 in the afternoon here.

–Went around the jogging track at Victoria Park about 65 times, was lapped about 10 times and lapped little old ladies and little old men about 250 times.

–Took approximately 90 subway rides, 3-4 bus rides and a dozen cab rides.

–Wrote maybe 100 headlines, edited at least that many stories, wrote captions for dozens of photos — after having done none of that for seven months.

–Discovered the IHT spells the Libyan leader’s name Muammar el-Qaddafi, the Shiite leader’s name Moktada al-Sadr and inserted dozens of diacritical marks into Spanish, French and German names.

–Had dinner at an Indian restaurant, a Thai restaurant and scads of Chinese restaurants. I ate so much Chinese food that I am close to calling it, simply, “food.”

No day seemed to drag. Yet no single 24-hour period was momentous. Nothing seemed like a life-changing moment. But I was never bored. It was weird.

And every day I woke up … and it was still October.

It was amazing.

If this is about being in Hong Kong, well, I’m going to live to be 100. Or feel as if I did. November is scheduled to be 30 days. So maybe it will seem like only 60.