Just Put That Minestone Anywhere

Barley, a dog, is confronted with balloon numbers as big as she is spelling out “2025.”

Marking the end of an academic year in the middle of the calendar year is never going to feel “natural” to me, but I think this speaks to a deeper issue I have with calendars in general. I think my brain is much more suited to thinking in terms of timespans with beginnings and endings, and much less so in terms of cycles. Part of this issue is that I like the definitiveness of an ending, but life goes on and nothing is ever over. So, we’ve got to position those milestones somehow, I suppose, even if one place along the roadside seems as good as another.