March 14, Pi Day. 3.141 … also, of course, the return of daylight savings time. I regret the lost hour, and the sense of weird jet lag, and it would be great if there were any sun rather than a third day of rain, but still, light in the evening! Life can go on. I’m increasingly an Aztec by religious conviction, I’m afraid, and every winter I fear that the Fifth Age of the world has ended and the sun will return no more. So DST is almost like … an Aztec ritual! The kindler, gentler, non-human-sacrificial New Fire Ceremony.
Update: With the approach of spring, I was temporarily seized with the milk of human kindness (kindler, gentler, non-human-sacrificial …). Oh heck, I’m an Aztec. New Fire Ceremony. You know where this is going. We must get with the program.