Today is Leap Day, the every-four-years catch-up day that keeps our Gregorian Calendar ticking along at a fairly steady clip.
Traditionally, it’s a day that women can propose to men (thankfully, this restriction appears more and more quaint in Western society!). People born on this day celebrate in special ways, like a 60 year old guy on the radio who plans to throw himself a “Quincenera”. I know of a few people planning to get married today, which kind of takes the pressure off remembering one’s anniversary . . . or does it?
Here on the homestead, it seems a bit apt, because we find ourselves trying to look before we leap. Today feels like a jumping off point into who-knows-what?