Today has been monumentally awful; the reasons can be very precisely pinpointed and are all professional in nature, however, I am so beyond frustrated that digressing and divulging will offer no solace. Despite this foul mood, I was still delighted to be reminded me of this momentous occasion: Pi Day. Marveling at the steadfast and reliable beauty of mathematics, its permeance and import in my life and the workings of the reality surrounding me, does not offer a complete recovery, but does place a great perspectival lens on the view from here in my eyes.
Ideally, this afternoon and evening would be spent in baking and eating pies to commemorate this blessed number and force in mathematics; alas, my ability to maneuver a hand-made crust would most likely leave something to be desired. Perhaps a grocery store version would suffice, though, after a childhood being spoiled by my mother and grandmother, this is doubtful. I cannot wait for the local farmer's market to open its stalls once more for the spring and summer season; the baker's cart is an impeccable replacement to the goods fresh from my mother's oven.
(image taken from this isn't happiness)