546 - That Lung-burning, Brain-rotting, Soul-Enslaving Stuff?

"Jitzmitthra... is the strangest time of year in Arko," I said.  "Of course I'd be born in the middle of it.  They're arguing in Assembly whether I exist or not, having been born on a day that technically doesn't exist."

Sukala got this extremely quizzical look on her face, came over, poked me in the arm.  "Chalk.  You exist.  Case closed."

I had to laugh. "That's the argument my grandfather