I like weeks.

They are an essential unit of life. Separated and defined by weekends which serve as necessary breaks that come just the right distance apart. Nothing stops weeks. They keep going as the year changes. Every year does not begin with a Sunday, nor every month. They are not subject to minute quirks of planetary orbit like years are. We have no leap weeks with an extra Tuesday every seven weeks. Vacations and holidays, years and leap years, months and seasons, they keep going in their unstoppable, perfectly timed cycle.

Weeks are great.

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