The weather is 43° and sunny but cool and windy. It’s also one of those days, the sort you get stuck with every now and then and could do without if given a choice. Last night I woke up so many times I’m still tired. I remember a weird dream about a college in Oklahoma I was attending. I went there on a bus where I met another student, Louise, also going my way. My uncle came to visit, and I didn’t recognize him which made sense because I don’t have that specific uncle in real life. He walked up the stairs toward me and we shook hands. I remember he had great eyes, beautiful brown eyes, and was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I gave him a tour of the campus which was quite crowded then invited him to come to class with me. That’s the last I remember as I woke up for about the third time. The dog, sensing I was awake, moved around and curled up next to me. I fell back to sleep for a couple more hours but don’t remember any other dreams. It was a weird night.

I never thought about the extra day in a leap year. I knew about February from the month rhyme, “Except in Leap Year, that’s the time When February’s Days are twenty-nine,” but I never stopped to think about the implication: a leap year has 366 days. That’s like getting an extra day as a gift, a sort of crossing the international date line without really going anywhere. They never mentioned it in school. I was always taught 365 days; they just left off any mention of the extra. I guess they didn’t want us confused.

I do have a couple of errands to do today so I’ll have to face the world regardless of my mood. My hope is not to run into anyone I know. Pleasant isn’t on my to-do list.