I've been restless all day today and haven't been able to determine why. Maybe because I have been stuck in the house for two weeks, cleaning and organizing and spending money I don't want to spend fixing up my house before it goes on the market. Maybe because I have no clue when or where I'll be moving when it does sell. Maybe because, even as I'm determinedly pushing forward, part of me is a teeny bit anxious and uncertain about -- well, everything. But it's unlike me to overthink these things; faced with uncertainty, I usually just have a cookie and, like Scarlett O'Hara, decide to think about it tomorrow.
Then, like a flash, it hit me. I'm not restless because of my house--I'm restless because it's Leap Day, and once again I have nothing planned. I don't know why, but Leap Day presents a challenge for me. All the other holidays come around reliably every year, and I know that if they're not special this year (I'm talking to you, Valentine's Day), I only have to wait 12 months before I get another chance to do better.
But Leap Day comes only once every four years, and if I blow it, it'll be 1,416 days before I get another chance. Should I make a special dinner? (what is traditional Leap Day food, anyway?) Should I light candles? Dance? Sing? (well, no, because I don't want to frighten the children). Stay up late? Go to bed early? Drink champagne? Wear a costume? (I'm thinking a tiara, 'cause why not?) Break some cascarones? (if you're not from San Antonio, you're gonna have to google that one).
Sigh. I just don't know. But I'm pretty sure that's why I was restless today. Guess I'll just have a cookie and think about it tomorrow.
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