According to my calendar today is Public Sleeping Day. I made calendars for gifts and added as many holidays as I could find. Not the common ones like birthdays or the day-off work holidays, but great gems like “International Talk Like a Pirate Day” (September) and “Sneak Zucchini on to your Neighbor’s Porch Night” (August, of course.) If the month was a little dull holiday wise, I even made up a few. This one however, I got from the most reliable of sources – a web search for holidays. Public Sleeping Day occurs every year on February 28th. More info here.
Happy cat nap to anyone who will partake. I hope you have a better time than my last try to catch forty winks outside of home. I was trying to sleep in the Newark airport after taking a red eye back from San Jose. I was tucked off to the side of the gate, in between a wall and a window, dozing nicely. Then I had this odd feeling come over me that made me open my eyes. Three inches from my face was a toddler. Three inches from my face makes a tot gigantic. Before I knew it was a harmless child I screamed, she cried. I felt bad.
I noticed two things that are sure signs of the end of winter, pussy willows and sap buckets. Next up is snow drops, seed catalogs and the smell of the ground. Hurah!