January 31, 1965
I didn't do anything today. (except think about V!)
January 31, 2023
If you think today’s entry was awful, just wait. It’s about to get worse.
Honestly, I have nothing more to say at this time about my infatuation with V. Saving it for February.
Instead, I have snooped into the future past (past future?) just to see what midwinter brought in other years.
1985: We were negotiating the purchase of our first house. I was re-reading Jane Austen (again. I read all her novels every year.)
2005: I took advantage of an empty morning to do an at-home mini retreat to discern where I wanted to be in May. I wanted to have a couple of articles written (according to my CV, I managed one). I wanted to reflect on my own learning on a regular basis. I wanted to be healthier and more fit (see also: Sisyphus). I wanted to finish an old project (I think I actually started to do this; Pink and Blue was published a few years later).
2015: I was microjournaling on Twitter:
“Today was one of those days when I know I was born to be a professor. It's either nerdiness or the pedantry.”
SubStack and Post.news, 2023: It’s definitely both the nerdiness and the pedantry.