Time is a flat circle, doomed to repeat itself in an endless cycle of Mondays. And some of those Mondays are arbitrarily designated as holidays, designed to lull you into a false sense of security before the crushing weight of reality returns. Today is one of those days: Presidents' Day, a monument to the fact that even the concept of time is owned by corporations.

The Big Picture

Today, many Americans will observe Presidents' Day, a federal holiday honoring George Washington and all U.S. presidents. This means government offices are closed, mail won't be delivered, and banks might be operating on limited hours. So, if you were hoping to get that permit processed, cash that check, or receive that package you've been waiting for, prepare for disappointment. It's a day designed to remind you that even your ability to be productive is subject to the whims of a system you can't control.

By the Numbers

10 Number of federal holidays observed each year. 1885 Year Presidents' Day was first established, originally celebrating George Washington's birthday. $0 The additional amount of actual freedom you gain by having the day off. 331 million Approximate population of the United States, most of whom are probably wondering what to do with their unexpected day off. 1 The number of brain cells you'll kill trying to remember if it's "Presidents' Day" or "President's Day."

What Changed

Originally conceived to celebrate George Washington's birthday, the holiday has evolved into a broader celebration of all U.S. presidents. This shift reflects a societal need to condense historical figures into easily digestible narratives, sanitizing their complexities and reducing them to symbolic figureheads. The forces at play here are the relentless march of simplification, the need for national unity (however superficial), and the ever-present desire to sell more mattresses.

Why It Matters

Because it's a stark reminder that even the illusion of control is an illusion. You thought you could get things done today? The system laughs in your face. You thought you could escape the grind? The grind will find you, eventually. So, embrace the chaos, accept the futility, and maybe, just maybe, find a good taco. After all, at least the taco stand is likely open.