Some year I should take a week off in February. And make no plans. Then it might actually seem like a week away from work. A nice lo-o-ong week. But do I do that? No.
I decide to take This Week off. And it turns out that, so close to solstice and all, the astronomical and gravitational vectors are all pulling the time axis of our dimensionality out of whack. There are severe time-compression forces acting right now.
Sometimes the atmospheric pressure changes so quickly my ears just about explode. It's like that, but this week it's time that's coming down like crashing surf. At this writing, it is Tuesday, 24 December. Christmas Eve. I am not sure I remember how I got here from Sunday afternoon. Yes my memory is that poor, but also: time compression.
In the long run, scientists are able to go on treating time as if it were a perfectly even number line. That is because it all evens out. You see, once I get back to work, time will be stre-e-etched out again.
It all evens out. Just not the way you would wish.
Oh, merry Christmas.