Peg was kind enough to come to the cafe and drop off a house key I needed. While she was there, she asked what the restroom code was, and I told her: "2019." Like, the year. The year that it is now.

Fifteen seconds later, she asks me, in all sincerity: "What was that number again? 2038?" And I just have to look at her for a moment and repeat, you know, THE CURRENT YEAR, because that wasn't enough of a mnemonic for her.

So then I look up 2038, because it sounds really familiar, and it has to have SOME significance to her, if it's the first thing that came to mind. And Googled 2038.

That's Peg in a nutshell. Forgets the year, remembers esoteric computing problems without even realizing it. And I think that's part of why I love her: "the hard things are easy and the easy things are hard" sounds REAL familiar to me...