The folks where we live always look askance when his nibs wanders into their store near the end of the year looking for the next year’s calendar for me.
I can’t read 2/3ds of what’s on the calendar, but I like it and I like flipping the one day to the next. So I don’t get all the lucky Lotto numbers. So I don’t get all the lucky fortunes. So I don’t get all the holidays and blessings.
So what.
I like my calendar. So there.