It just doesn’t happen, that leaping thing. First of all, I would need a new sports bra, and that is just not happening these days. Second, if I can hear my knees creak when I sit down, I can only imagine what would happen if I actually jumped. So . . . I don’t leap.

Instead, I’m watching others leap and jump and make merry. Me? I finished the last two episodes of Deadwood‘s second season. Knit a few more rounds on a sweater. Paid for Shelby’s first month’s rent for her German apartment. Ordered her some euros. Did a little grocery shopping. And shed a few tears.

So, no, I didn’t leap . . . but I made the most of the extra day.