Today, it has been exactly six months. Or at least that's what ordinary people say. Frod, on the other hand, would say that the earth has flown to the other side of the sun--perhaps only approximately halfway through it's flight around the sun. He will, no doubt, feel compelled to explain it in more precise terms. We hope he will. He will pull out his different kinds of calendars and give a history of the classification of time and forces and whatnot. He might even command one of his French doppelgängers at the International Bureau of Weights and Measures to file a report....
And for the linguists and grammarians and lexicographers and composition proffies, this is not the anniversary of the thirsty re: smartphone apps... because an anniversary is exactly one year. Not 362 days. Not 6 months. Not this. Not that. Not whatever. (or, as the flakes say, "whatevs")
And for the rest of us who are gulping bourbon alone in our locked offices on nearly-empty campuses on this Friday afternoon, this is the fucking 6-month anniversary!
So it's time, again, for the THIRSTY. All four of us can answer. None of this unsolicited stuff. This is fucking solicited.
Q. What's the app that's making your proffie life tolerable?
[Be honest, dammit.]