The volunteers and nannies are on this somewhat complicated nine day rotation of shifts here.  Because of this, days of the week and a general sense of time have kind of stopped mattering to me.  Like most days, not until I insert a date/time stamp in my journal document will I know what day it is and then I’ll immediately forget once I’ve written enough to push that line off my screen.  A friend will e-mail about a date this weekend or a trip she’s taking next Monday and I’ll have to give serious thought to what that means, almost like converting metric measurements into the standard increments I can understand.  Actually, dates and time have become a lot like the metric system to me…something that I’m aware matters to most people in the world, but has no real bearing on my life.  

In mildly related internet musings, how come there is no metric system for time?  Like time keeping based on units of ten?  (Does wondering this make me stupid?  Maybe.  Does wondering this aloud on the internet make me stupider?  Mayber.)