Yesterday was Leap Day, that extra special day every four years when everybody wisecracks about people who are only turning 8 or 9. (Hey, I know a few Leap Day Preteens myself, so I’m not immune.)
On a practical level, Leap Day really just means the rent is due one day later, your paycheck shows up one day later, and the snowiest month of the year (at least in these parts) lasts one day longer. That’s the pessimist’s view, anyway.
The optimist says, “hey look, we get an extra 24 hours to play with.” What can we do with it?