One should have been sleeping, but this one was lying abed between the wee hours and dawn, wide awake and no prospect of getting back to sleep.
I would not count sheep; don't like mutton, and Mary can darn well keep her little lamb. Instead, I thought about the impending 2013 on the calendar, and I realized that I had not yet factored the number.
2013 will not be a prime year.
3 x 11 x 61 = 2013
and thus the factors of 2013 are 1,3,11,33,61,183,671, and 2013. I don't see anything in there that bodes particular good favor. But then I don't generally put much stock in numerology.*
Finally, the restless night passes, the sun rises and another cold day in the Midwest is in prospect.
The morning news seems to indicate only that 2013 will begin as 2012 ends, cold. A glance at the calendar tells us that February has lost its "extra" day and is back to its truncated truncated state.
Flipping forward we find that once again July will follow June.
Then 365 days from now we will be looking 2014 in the eye. Should we live so long. It won't be prime, either.
*Arithmetic, on the other hand, I believe in.