Tuesday, May 13, 2008


The maid came today, which brought to my attention something I hadn't been fully aware of: that since I got back last week, I've more or less been able to find all my stuff, despite the fact that she had been here at least 18 times in my absence. So I think we've finally hit on a theorem: Since there are only so many possible permutations (you can't, for example, move the refrigerator into the bathroom), the number of times she can rearrange everything in the house before it all winds up back where it was in the first place would appear to be 18.

Mexico divulges another of her many mysteries.


Anonymous said...

18 is also the atomic number of Argon!


Burro Hall said...