[Image credit: David Castillo Dominici]

Two days ago, we received an extra 24 hours in honor of Leap Year.  I’ve often dreamed of what I would do with more time each week, not just every four years.  I talked it out with a friend once, mentioning how an additional day could be called Funday.  Typically, we work five days per week, with two days to catch up on errands, tasks around the house and yard, sneak in an extra hour or two of Zzzs or a dinner and movie with friends, embark on a short-distance road trip, or rediscover hidden treasures under piles of paperwork, laundry or dust bunnies.  But with Funday, the world is at our fingertips.  There are no agendas or commitments, and no tasks to check off (Franklin would still cover only 365).  Whatever we aren’t able to accomplish in seven days — or if we simply need a “do over” — Funday is the catchall.  After I presented my spiel, my friend logically explained how an extra day would not be cosmically possible.  A girl can dream, can’t she?

If there were an extra 52 days in the year, what would you dream of doing?