I swear: I went to bed on the evening of the 7th, thinking I’d wake up and report fully on Sunday, the 8th.

And I did. But when I woke up, it was Wednesday.

I understand how this happens. On the first day of your life, that day is 100% of the time you’ve been alive. That would seem like forever. The second day of your life is 50% of your life, the third day is 33% of your life so far, and so on.

Today is…well, I’m not gonna get exact here, but I’m pushing 20,000 days here. Today is around 0.004% of my life. No wonder it sped the heck past.

Sunday pretty much bit. I hated Sunday. About 0.004% of my life sucked pretty hard, so I’m glad it was a small piece, and it hypothetically sped past, but it sure felt like an eternity. Besst part of Sunday = the end of Sunday.

Monday was pretty good. Got to spend lots of time with the Sons, Interrupted. Youngest SI had to go to the podiatrist and have an ingrown toenail attended to, an event he found hilariously funny.

Tuesday was productive and uneventful. After Sunday, that was the besst part.

Today, Wednesday, was also productive. But the besst part of it was the evening. We spent a lively meal at Los Dos Molinos arguing about (what else?) Star Trek. It culminated with us screening the JJ Abrams reboot. At the rate we keep pausing the film to argue about the finer points of the story we’ll be done watching it at 3 a.m.

That’s a conservative estimate.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014