As I mentioned earlier, I’m taking the day off today.  Because Julius Caesar couldn’t quite figure out how to make all the days fit in one year, we get this marvelous extra day every four years, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste it with something silly like earning a living.  Imagine what it was like to live back in a time when the calendar just got made up on the spot?  I suppose it could be kind of confusing, like when you were trying to remember the great family vacation you took in the month of Sextus, only to find out that Sextus is now Augustus, and that there’s a random extra day there because the month of Julius has 31 days and we don’t want to insult Augustus with an inferior 30-day month.

While listening to the radio this morning, I learned a bunch of random facts about the creation of the months, but it was early, so I don’t know if I have all my facts straight.  The point is that a bunch of mathematicians in robes ran some numbers and couldn’t quite fit a year into the right amount of time, and use February as do-over month to cover up their mistakes.  Now I have to figure out how to use this extra time to my advantage.  I just did some swimming this morning, and I think I’m going to follow that up with a nap.  With the remaining few hours left in the day, I think I’ll bake some cookies to repay my neighbor for the wifi he lets me hijack, and then dig in my heels and cuddle up as we get yet another snowstorm tonight.  Anyone got any better ideas?

One other thing I’ll be doing is guest posting on You are Flawed if You are Not Free sometime between now, cleaning up my oatmeal bowl and my big nap.  So keep checking back over there!