do you ever just get tired of the month? say, around the 23rd? just feeling apathetic or kinda bored and restless and basically ready for a new month?
i tell you, months stick around too long. wear out their welcome. which is why i admire february and find september and november refreshing, sandwiched between year-hogs august, october, and december.
and twice we get the 31-days-in-a-row: july/aug and then dec/jan. but i let december slide a little because of the holidays and the anticipation of the New Year.
and march. what about march. march is long and wet and windy and oftentimes dreary. and half the time -- more than half-the-time -- there isn't even a stinking holiday to break things up. unless you call st. patrick's day a holiday, but that's really just a scam to get us all to drink so that we forget that there's still another 15 days before we get something new to look at in our calendars.
my idea of a good year would entail more, but lighter, months. kinda like lifting weights to develop long, lean muscles: i'd rather go for more reps and sets than the power lift. more months, less weight in days.
on the other hand, i prefer the odd number over the even number, which means that 30-day months always seem a little wishy-washy to me. there's no middle ground. no pinnacle. no apex, no mid-month comma.
i'm also a little weird about luck and days. for instance, a new month that begins on a monday is terribly lucky. it's a good omen. a nice, clean, fresh start.
but, 23 days down the road that fresh start is looking a little tired and worn out and all i want to do is have another one. albeit a shorter, quicker one. or maybe i just need a cheering section, a last supporting push to make it through the last seven days. instead i'm just getting ready for april with its neat-and-tidy monday start, and its brief 30 days, signaling longer days and sandals and hikes after work and the beginning of the new season.
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