February is over, except that it’s not. It’s been unseasonably warm for a February, and the season of Spring seems to be creeping up on us sooner than even the buds on the trees expected. I’ll take it. March should add some seasoning to the Spring mix we’re seeing, and the Baseball season is just around the corner.
Today is a little bit of calendar magic – you get an extra day, a gimme, a February mulligan, once every four years. It’s like finding Brigadoon, but a little more often.
Today is a good day to celebrate the things we don’t see every day, even if they’re things we see every day, if you know what I mean.
And today, the cast of Rent sings “Five Hundred Twenty Seven Thousand Forty Minutes” - throws them every time.