Hello and good morning. It’s Thursday, December 22, 2022, which is another sort of fun day for twos, though it doesn’t fall on a Tuesday, so it’s not as fun as this Tuesday was.
Yesterday was the Solstice‒the winter one in the northern hemisphere and the summer one in the southern hemisphere‒and I completely neglected to mention it. Instead, I went on an overlong, self-aggrandizing, self-indulgent ramble, and for that I apologize. I doubt that I’ll be doing something like that again.
Now that the solstice has come, it’s officially winter in the north, so the Game of Thrones people can shut the hell up about it. And in the south, summer has arrived. Meanwhile, in the north, the days have begun to grow longer, or at least the daylight time has, relative to the night. It won’t be noticeable for quite a long time, though; at and around the peaks and troughs of sine curves, the rate of change of the function is at its lowest, and the length of daylight over the course of a year is one of the oodles of sinusoidal processes in the natural world.
I’m really tired, but I am here at the train station, the first to arrive to get on the first train. I couldn’t sleep, even though I got to sleep late because the Wi-fi had gone out and I was on chat with Xfinity (on my phone) until quite late trying to get it fixed. My one source of relaxation and release is to be able to watch some YouTube videos when I get back to the house from work, and it certainly costs an absurd amount of money, so I become quite irritable when it doesn’t work. It seems tentatively to have been sorted, but I have a likewise tentative appointment for a service call…on Sunday morning, the 25th of December, the only day I have off until New Year’s Eve. It’s a date that may be familiar to many of you as the one on which we celebrate the birth of Isaac Newton*.
Well, it’s not as if I’m doing anything but laundry that day, anyway.
Wow, I feel like I’ve written a lot today already, but it’s only about 450 words so far, counting the footnotes. I really am tired. Stupid nervous system. Why don’t you sleep??!? Yesterday, of course, I wrote and wrote until it was way too long, and I excised whole paragraphs from the final post when I edited it. I was almost hypomanic, just for a little while there‒or at least, that’s what it felt like compared to my usual subjectivity. Maybe it’s just the way healthy, normal people tend to feel, and it’s so unusual that it feels bizarre to me.
I don’t really think I felt “normal” in that sense, though, or at least I didn’t feel it about myself. I felt weird and loopy and still different and distant from all the other people in the world‒the humans‒but at least I had energy and a bit of enthusiasm. The only times I remember having really felt “normal” were the two occasions when I was given Valium for medical procedures‒wisdom teeth extraction and heart catheterization, when I was about 17 and 18 respectively.
I recall both of those experiences with great fondness. I even remember when my heart did a big whopping double-beat that I could feel all the way up my neck during the catheterization, as the cardiologist bumped the SA node or the AV node or something along those lines. My reaction was to say, “That was cooool.” And it was.
I don’t know what my point is. There probably is no point to me. Even my head is quite rounded. I guess I could try to find a pointed stick to carry, since defending oneself with fresh fruit is more difficult than defending oneself against an attacker armed with fresh fruit.
There, that’s my most niche, nerdy reference of the day. Or is it?
With that, I think I’ll draw to a close. I don’t have a clue what sort of Shakespeare quote I’ll alter for my title today, nor what picture I’ll put in the post, but it’s Thursday, so there will be such things. Of course, you who are reading this do know both of those facts, which is curious to think about…my readers right now know things about my blog post that I, as I write it, do not know. Time travel‒you can’t keep it straight in your head; it’s too wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.
I think I need a Doctor.
*Though, in all honesty, he was born on December 25th according to the Julian calendar, so the equivalent Gregorian date is 10 or 11 days off (I don’t recall which, and I can’t be arsed to look it up). Then again, most biblical scholars apparently agree that Jesus was born in the summertime, based on the descriptions of his birth in two of the gospels**, so Newton’s birthday is much closer to the Gregorian December 25th.
**The other two gospels, Mark and John, I think***, don’t even mention his birth.
***I remembered correctly‒I just checked. It’s weird the things one remembers about matters such as this.