I’m sat here listening to Sam Cooke on the record player whilst I do math exercises for… not fun exactly, but it’s completely optional. I must want to do them. The truth is that I want to understand a thing that is made of math, but I’m not super interested in understanding lots of math. I’m sure I’ll accidentally understand a lot of math by the time I’m done.
There are other things like that, surely? Things that we resent learning a little bit even though it’s what we want. I like learning, to be clear, but some learning is more fun than other learning. I’m fortunate now to have a reason. Over the years I’ve bought various massive math books with the idea that I’d just “get really good at math” for the sake of it, but I didn’t, because… what’s the point? There needn’t be one, I suppose.
In England people say maths, not math. I used to think that it sounded normal, but now it sounds funny to me, too. You don’t realize how your ear has changed after living somewhere new until it hits you in some random moment. Maths. The English accent even sounds a bit surprising to me now, and.. I mean… I have an English accent. I think? Certainly.
Now I’ve got Cacio trying her best to lie across the laptop keyboard and it would be so easy to move her but I almost never do. I twist around awkwardly to keep her comfortable because why shouldn’t she have this spot? I feel bad when I have a snack and don’t give here one. A strange thing, feelings. Many (most; all?) animals seem pretty sensitive to fairness or lack thereof. If there are two eggs, why shouldn’t she have one?
It’s been a long week, for no particular reason. Some weeks are just like that. Some weeks life is a bit heavier, isn’t it? The days seem shorter, or the heart feels heavier, or both and more. Not trying to get too dramatic here, just noticing. I’ve learned a lot this week. Maybe that’s part of it? It’s tiring, cramming lots of things into your brain. Usually worth it though. On that note, though, time to walk the dog and turn my brain off.