12/13/14

Last year's date, in U.S. order, was the late consecutive date we'll have for a long, long time. Unless I live to see January 2, 2103, it'll have been the last in my lifetime. I'm not going to rule that out -- cyrogenics is a fascinating topic -- but I'm also not going to hold my breath for it. So there's a moment today to remember the last relish-the-date party for the twenty-first century, and by "party" I mean "celebratory feast of coffee and nutella." Like any other party. Do you people not just eat coffee and nutella for everything?

Weird.

My husband slept all day today and all day yesterday, leaving me to write in the Jackless interim. Winter is good for writing, especially the all-consuming writing I tend to stumble into. Nowhere you can go, nowhere you can hide, just snow, snow, snow and a hot computer, because MicrosoftWord is a merciless god that demands the tribute of your social life and healthy sleeping schedule. We haven't yet gotten to the snow, snow, snow part, but never fear. We will.

In other news, Welsh was scheduled for release on Duolingo ten days ago, but it has been pushed back to the 18th as of when I checked in on it just now.

I know, I know, peidiwch â bod yn nerfus, bydd popeth yn iawn. I've just been trying to get Jack interested in Welsh for a while and it's easier to push languages when they're on a colorful interactive website than in an armful of textbooks and cds. Hi, I'm your wife and I'll here to get you psyched about WELSH!

Linguistics majors know the situation I'm describing all too well, I'm sure.

It's so strange that November has come and gone, and December is about to hit its halfway point. When I was much younger I used to think that I would become An Adult when I reached a certain age and some internal switch would click into place, and I would know Adult Things like emotions and mortaging and politics.

Instead I feel like I've been twelve for a long, long time, racking up skill points but still looking for a place to cash them in. Some sort of eternal-child-friendly ATM. Something that hands out pamphlets on life, the universe, and everything.

I guess winter is a good time to feel lost and stranded and alone, as well.

UPDATE: Do you know how exhausted I've been, what with the seizure and the changed medication and the days of driving to and from Michigan? This article originally referred to today, not a day last year. I completely did not remember that this year was 2015. I picked the date on the calendar and everything: no recognition, nothing.

So I woke up just now and had this conversation with my husband:

Jack: "Hey, I see that you were writing today. But were you thinking of last year?"

Me: "Huh?"

"Jack: "The article about the date. This year is 2015."

Me: "... Oh."

I posted the article to Facebook, even, and now I have a number of notifications and I'm'wondering just how many of them are, "Kathryn, why are you so stupid?"

Sleep deprivation is a hell of an experience. Get your sleep, kids.

#adulthood #LetTheRightOneIn