Check out today’s Google Doodle; it’s adorable.
No, I didn’t do anything special today.
I didn’t do anything special. My cats, however, did some leaping. Target: forbidden dining room table. Object: pen and papers carelessly tossed there. Result: everything on floor.
I leaped.
Yesterday, I pointed out to a few folks that’s not the actual frequency of leap days.
I guess there are no living members of the “eight years without a birthday club”. They would have to be 120 years old. On the other hand, someone born yesterday would have a reasonable chance of being a member (they would have to live to 92).
Nobody proposed to me. Le sigh. 