|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/30/21 at 10:45 PM|
LOL! I'm sure there is an event I do not know about on the eighth, or its inevitable cycling through month to month. Whatever the reason, your poem made me chuckle and think about how numbers get stuck in human heads as they seem to need something to remember, assign a date, or maybe make us feel more grounded. Thanks, Chris.