Last Friday, after my last class of the day, I skipped my usual pause for a soda in the student union --- the better to let traffic disperse --- and joined the traffic jam leading out, to save a few minutes. I was driving up to my brother and his wife's, there to catch the train. You can guess what came next. I had not appreciated how many traffic lights there are on the path up there, but I managed to get a red light and pretty near every one of them. And even in the brief stretches between red lights, other cars were driving ... well, stupid is the way to put it. Not just slow, but at varying speeds with unnecessary lane changes so there just wasn't a flow to the traffic. I admit making things a little worse for myself, by taking a wrong turn that cut about ten miles of freeway out of my route, but it was mostly seething at the bad driving of others, and being slowed down by them. It took two hours to get up there. I had figured on under 90 minutes, at the outside.( Collapse )
Trivia: The Inter Gravissimas, by which Pope Gregory proclaimed the Gregorian Calendar, orders or instructs all bishops, priests, and other religious officials to implement the new calendar. It merely asks civil leaders to follow. Source: Marking Time: The Epic Quest To Invent The Perfect Calendar, Duncan Steel.
Currently Reading: The Medieval Calendar Year, Bridget Ann Henisch. I expected it to be more about the amazing muddle that is medieval time-keeping, but no, it's more about the art of medieval calendars and what it all meant.
PS: Happy bissextile day! Unless that was yesterday.