The Foundation for Better Sleep

I don't care about the weather. There, I've said it. I know, I know, it's the universally-accepted language of small talk. Every. Single. Goddamned. Day. Someone comments on the weather to me. And I pretend to know/care, because that's the nice thing (see? I'm nice sometimes.). But, the thing is, it is not within my ability as a human being to really care that much. In fact, I often have a hard time remembering what time of year it is. When writing out a check, I might write the date as 4/12 (E's birthday) or 8/07 (my birthday) or 12/08 (Husband's birthday), and then I have to stop for a moment and think, "Wait. What time of year is it again?" And seriously it's not like the weather here is unremarkable. It was 16 below when I got to work today. I only know this because today, actually, it was cold enough that I noticed. And it seems like maybe it was a few weeks ago when it was 110 every day and my sister came to visit and was all like, "Damn. You live in hell." Sigh. Time, not so much a concept on which I have a total grasp.

As I was not sleeping last night, I thought about how I'm not very good at counting. I mean, I got A's in algebra and geometry and whatnot, and I was certainly capable of memorizing the *method* for doing a math problem. But seriously, I can barely count. I was asking my friend a cooking question and told her I had soaked the beans for 9 hours. Except I realized last night that it was more like 21 hours. 21, 9, what's the difference? Sometimes, I swear to god, I think I'm mentally disabled. Or maybe just really, really tired. Or maybe not.