Here in the western lands, today is 5/9.
Across the pond, it's 9/5.
Whatever point this observation may have is admittedly flimsy, but at the behest of Time this is at best a reminder that living is work. How you approach that work is both up to you & not you.
One's half the other, two's twice the thirst. (Let's not speak of threes.)
SOmetimes, when the verbx falls off, dream cows are everything . . . everything gets better when one attempts to fulfill the not-knowing that what screams.