Well, I did warn you yesterday that I would be writing a blog post today*. Go ahead, take a look.
Yesterday’s post was another of my recent, deliberately benign blog posts, not dwelling on my mental health and chronic pain issues, because nobody gives a shit about those things, or at least they don’t want to have to hear about them, because they’re not going to (be able to) do anything about them, and that makes them feel guilty and uncomfortable, which is unpleasantly awkward.
So, anyway, it’s the last day of February in 2026. We are, in a certain sense, one sixth of the way through the year.
I say “in a certain sense” because it’s not precisely true. Today is the (31 + 28)th day of the year, so the 59th day of the year. If that were literally a sixth of the way through the year, the year would only be 354 days long.
It’s somewhat interesting to note here that, because February is shorter than every other month, the first two months of the year are shorter than any subsequent, nonoverlapping** months of the year. And, let’s see, the first three months of the year have 90 days exactly on non leap years, whereas April thru June have 91, July through September have 92, and October through December also have 92. So, all the later groups of three months have more days than the first three‒except on leap years, when January through March is 91 days.
Evidently, though, the latter six months of the year always have more days than the first six. I wonder why they did it that way. Was there an actual reason or did it just sort of happen?
Of course, I know they can’t be equal except on a leap year, since the number of days in a year is odd. But why couldn’t they have come up with a way that made the years alternate, with one year‒the odd years perhaps‒having the surplus in the first 6 months and the other years having it in the last 6 months? On leap years they could be equal.
How might that work? We need 182 days divided by six months, which means we need four months which have just 30 days and two that have 31. We could say January and February have 30, March has 31, and then repeat with April, May, and June and then July, August, and September***. I was about to suggest that on odd years we make January have 31 days and on even years we make July have 31 days, but all leap years are even years, so the latter half would be comparatively short-changed with respect to years in which they are longer. if we add the leap year day to the first half as we do now.
On the other hand, we could put the leap day always in the 2nd half of the year, perhaps in November, or even more sensibly in December: we would thereby add our extra day to the very end of the year, rather than squeezing it into the earlier part of the year like someone cutting into a line. Though that would make the second half two days longer than the first, though, which is unpleasantly asymmetrical in a year with an even number of days.
Of course, really, all days are fungible. I remember seeing on QI once that apparently some sect maintained that they added an extra day not at the end of February but in the middle; I don’t recall precisely where they thought the day was being inserted, alas, but I can imagine some alternative, anatomical suggestions I’d like to make for them.
Days of a month are fungible (dammit!). It makes no more sense to say that you added a day into the middle of February and pushed subsequent days later than it does to say that you deposited $100 into your bank account right after the 256th dollar that was already there, pushing what had been dollars 257 through 356 to become dollars 357 through 456. Every dollar is just “a dollar”, every cent is just “a cent”. It’s rather reminiscent of the way every electron is interchangeable with every other electron (likewise for all other elementary “particles”).
So, on leap years, the extra day of the year is and can only be (in our current system) the 29th of February, because that’s the day-label that isn’t there in other years.
You’re allowed to imagine if you like that you’re adding a day to the middle of the month and pushing the other days back and renaming them. You’re also free to argue about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, or to debate, without first agreeing on word usages****, whether unattended trees that fall in forests make noises. That doesn’t mean you’re doing anything that has any bearing on the real world.
Okay, well, that’s been much ado about nothing, hasn’t it? Or, multum strepitus de nihilo fuit, as is apparently the way to say it in Latin, which almost always sounds fancier, though it doesn’t always sound better aesthetically (consider the above headline’s Latin versus the original English). English is‒or can be‒quite a beautiful language if you take a step back and see it as if from outside. It can be hard to distinguish that beauty “from within”, though, because the meanings and usages of the words involved can distract from their inherent loveliness.
Tolkien, for instance, wrote that he thought the most beautiful sounding phrase in English was “cellar door”. I’m not sure I agree with him on this, but it’s a matter of taste, so there’s no slight, or “diss” or “shade”, involved in not both liking the same thing.
Enough nonsense for now, or at least enough nonsense here in this blog for now. I’m sure that there is plenty of nonsense to be had elsewhere. Do try to find some that’s enjoyable for you this weekend.
*That was unless I was lucky enough to get very sick or very injured or to die, which I have apparently not been lucky enough to do by this time.
**I say “nonoverlapping” because February and March combined contain the same number of days as January and February combined.
***I think in the final three months it should be October that always has 31 days, because Halloween really should fall on a day that’s a prime number, not a 30th or a 1st.
****Most such debates tend to devolve into discussions about the “definition” of the word “noise”, as if that were concrete and singular and fixed‒which it is not‒rather than the laws of physics and biology that constrain all the actual events of such an arboreal catastrophe.

“Cellar door” huh? Maybe that’s where “Celeborn” came from?