February always seems like the longest month of the year to me. Why is that? And this year there’s an extra day to boot; it’s leap year.
I have mixed feelings about leap year. On the one hand it’s just one more day in an already too long month, but on the other hand I have found it useful. In year’s past I’ve utilized it for things I hadn’t had time to get around to doing. Things that come to mind–those pesky divorce papers and changing my name back to my maiden name–Morgan–in 1988. My name will remain Morgan until I die so I won’t have to do that again.
I suppose anything I do today is just free time, extra time to get my world in order, although I haven’t noticed time slipping away over the last three years.
If we had stuck to the original 13-month 28-day calendar, we’d get one of these every year. I think I’d like that better. Then no month would seem longer or shorter, we wouldn’t have to memorize that little rhyme, and I could count on that “extra” day for items procrastinated over the course of the year. As it is now, it always comes as a surprise.
Isn’t it March yet?
