Houston, we have a problem.
Today is February 29, a day that lives in infamy. Most Februarys have only 28 days, but somebody screwed this up and we now have one year out of four with a 29 day February. They call this, Leap Year.
It is enough that we have months that don’t have the same number of days as other months. What’s up with that? It can only be some sort of celestial mistake, probably by the Brits since the Greenwich Meridian (Zero on your longitudinal globe clock), runs through the middle of Greenwich, England. How convenient.
Things get even more complicated with two measures of a day to play with. There is the mean solar day (average day), and there is the sidereal day (star day). I have no clue how the sidereal day is measured, except that ancient mariners could navigate their way around the world by gazing at the stars. They are on TV all the time.
We have this extra day every four years. Plumbers and electricians make more money those years, and grunts like me on a salary or a fixed income get the shaft. If February 29 falls on a Wednesday, Doctors get an extra day of golf. It is not a fair deal at all when the one percent gets all the money and play time, and the ninety-nine percent have to work an extra day without pay.
Take this extra day, and make it a quarter of a day for each year. Spread that extra time around. Breaking it down to seconds, we will have to add a little less than one minute per day.
All we have to do is adjust our clocks each night a little less than one minute, and then we would be rid of this extra day stuff.
That was easy, wasn’t it?