'thirty days hath september'; and that's always bothered me.
i don't much care that april, june and november also 'hath' thirty, but september is different altogether.
september is a month for looking back over a great summer. it's a month where i remember only the good of the past months, and forget the bad. winter is coming, so every day that mother nature colludes with me to keep it at bay is a bonus.
september ends abruptly, a thirty-first day would ease me into autumn. the first of october brings a different mindset altogether, before long thoughts will begin to readily turn towards next year.
march could be the one to sacrifice. march is at least a day too long anyway following, as it does, the runt of the calendar.
september the thirty-first.
i need just one more day.
