My wife and I got into a bit of a discussion the other day about dates. Not the date-night kind of dates but the more ordinary days-of-the-week version. We are working on a spreadsheet and want to record when we meet certain milestones. She put in a date of May 23, 2020. I later added the date to another item, 200523. She questioned me about it and said she could not quite find the symmetry in my rendition when her depiction of the date was so much more, well, expressive. And I can’t fault her for wanting to be expressive but we’re working on a spreadsheet, and one of the advantages of such computer programmability is its ability to sort numerically. But if you give it a concept like May, well, it does the sorting alphabetically. That would work on a calendar if its months went April, August, December February, January, July, June, March, May, November, October, to September. But it doesn’t, and that makes sorting by date a real, well, difficult task. Somebody started using the date of 170520, but that is just nuts because the computer will sort this stuff by days of the month. No, if you embrace the horror of computerization, then today’s date is earth-date 200523, not 230520 or May 23, 2020. As humans, we must understand the limitations of our machinery, and computers may be able to count between zero and one 5-billion times a second, but they still cannot process May the same way as my wife.