What do you get when you multiply six by nine?

So far this autumn, we've had ridiculous amounts of sunshine in Chicago, with 99% of our rapidly-declining minutes of daylight delightfully cloud-free. We haven't had such a sunny first week of September since 1955, it turns out.

For that reason I ate lunch outside today, and unless something truly bizarre happens in the next few hours, I'll have dinner outside as well. Not a bad Thursday.

As for the title of this post, when you multiply six by nine, you get 42 base 13, in fact: the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Any other meaning would be purely coincidental.

Yes, yes, happy birthday, you hoopy frood.