Leap years are stupid. Actually, leap years are absurd, and consequently extremely stupid. From the day some long-dead forbear of astronomers and astrologers peered up at both the Sun and Moon in the same sky, put two and two together, and realized that they were in the same place as the last time it was this bloody cold, we’ve been stuck with them, whether we realized it or not. In a sad quest to pretend that an ellipse is, nevertheless, a circle, we doomed ourselves to forever having to maybe offset our mental clocks when looking sufficiently far forward or back in time, lest history and reality drift dangerously out of sync.