January is the decade before the century of February (at least in the northern hemisphere). Everything after that is a day each.

I feel I’m too old for this meme now. The Christmas period passed me by like a breeze, and then January vanished behind it.

In roughly two or so days I’ll be saying, “I can’t believe it’s 2027 already” whilst 2030 waits around the corner to whack me over the head with a baseball bat.

This post simultaneously speaks derangement and Lovecraftian horror.