No, seriously, though. In a matter of hours, it will be MARCH!
What the hell happened to February?
Am I going senile? Did I sleep through January or something?
Even with the extra day here, the 29th, I’m sorry, but something seems mightily askew!
Why does it feel like I was just back home not so long ago, for Christmas?
Is this just a classic symptom of old age?
Is the rest of this year going to be just as fleeting?
According to Robert Frost… perhaps…. perhaps it is!
The sun was warm but the wind was chill,
You know how it is with an April day,
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
OK, so he was talking about temperature fluctuation there, I admit, but my totally unrelated point is this, → soon it will be April, and May, and then Christmas!
So the deal is this, folks.
Get a hold of some books.
A big STACK of ‘em. Try to beat the system.
Leap through many lives, this March.
Redeem the time.
Read something this March, that you have always wanted to read.