i’m glad my computer knows what day it is

For one mad moment as I sat down to write my post, I thought: oh crud, I have to date the thing—and on this particular day that was enough to make it all feel like just too much to take on. Date?? What date it is? I haven’t a clue, something in August and I can’t be bothered trying to find my calendar or googling for help and why don’t I remember anyway? Didn’t I know this morning what date it was? I’m sure I did…

So then I thought: screw the post, it’s all too complicated.

Then I remembered—posts date themselves. In which case I decided I’d say this—and not much more: it’s been a mad mad time of late. So crazy in fact that I’m considering a separate blog dedicated to the madness. Possibly soon to appear, preceded by an announcement on these very (self-dated) pages.

In the meantime, having given up on the original post, may I offer the following— (for no good reason except I enjoyed stumbling across this place, imagining a simpler time when posts did not date themselves, summer was longer and holiday spots, it seems, were wonderfully Batesian…)