When is it now?
Wait…wait…what day is it?
This time of year, I don’t know, everything just blurs. Mornings become evenings become afternoons. I honestly have no idea any more.
New Year? Already? Didn’t we just have one of those? How can it be New Year again already?
I know that, you know, as you get older, a year becomes an ever decreasing fraction of your life. So, when you’re ten, a year is a tenth of your life, which is a fairly substantial chunk of your existence. When you’re thirty five it’s only a thirty fifth, which is fairly small, really, when you think about it. That explains, to a certain extent, how the years manage to fly by so quickly after you hit a certain age. However, really, seriously, each year is still the same length, how is it New Year again already?
Of course, it’s not if you’re in China. I’m not in China, though. So it is.
Heck, I’m not even sure what day it is.
Saturday?
But I’m supposed to be writing this on Friday.
Oh.
