This is the calendar for any common year starting on Monday, January 1 (dominical letter G). Examples: Gregorian year 1990, 2001, 2007 and 2018 or Julian year 1918 (see bottom tables).
A common year is a year with 365 days; in other words, not a leap year.
A common year is a common type of calendar year. In the Gregorian calendar, a common year has exactly 365 days and so is not a leap year. More generally, it is a calendar year without intercalation.
A common year of / days has exactly 52 weeks and one day, so consequently the next new year is one day of the week later. Stated differently, a common year always begins and ends on the same day of the week. (For example, in 2010, both January 1 and December 31 fell on a Friday.)
In the Gregorian calendar, 303 of every 400 years are common years. By comparison, in the Julian calendar, 300 out of every 400 years were common years.
In the Lunisolar calendar and the Lunar calendar, a common year has 354 days.
Theodor Seuss Geisel ( /ˈɡaɪzəl/; March 2, 1904 – September 24, 1991) was an American writer, poet, and cartoonist most widely known for his children's books written under the pen names Dr. Seuss, Theo LeSieg and, in one case, Rosetta Stone.
He published 46 children's books, which were often characterized by imaginative characters, rhyme, and frequent use of anapestic meter. His most celebrated books include the bestselling Green Eggs and Ham, The Cat in the Hat, One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish, Horton Hatches the Egg, Horton Hears a Who!, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas!. Numerous adaptations of his work have been created, including 11 television specials, four feature films, a Broadway musical and four television series. He won the Lewis Carroll Shelf Award in 1958 for Horton Hatches the Egg and again in 1961 for And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street.
Geisel also worked as an illustrator for advertising campaigns, most notably for Flit and Standard Oil, and as a political cartoonist for PM, a New York City newspaper. During World War II, he worked in an animation department of the United States Army, where he wrote Design for Death, a film that later won the 1947 Academy Award for Documentary Feature.
Trying to get home from a place so far away
That fairy tales, they ain't got nothing on this place
Didn't get a little help from my friends or the Architect
I ended up in space with some Australian blend
They keep on dropping hints but I don't pick them up
A couple pennies on the floor, I say "you call that
luck?"
Don't think I'm gonna make it, just know that I tried
Tried so hard to please everyone my face got tired
Got so weak that I can't even reach my own front door
When my heart still beating there out on my porch
Hear it sing
Sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
Got no big story to tell, I'm not there and back from
Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday
They're tryin' me like a jury, I can't drop my defense
All you got is a story, don't even care if it makes sense
Now I'm handcuffed to this bench, but I'm the one robbed
of all my strength
No I'm not giving up, but it sure feels that way
Is it funny this shit happens almost every time?
Of just sad as hell that I still play along?
I pack my bag, put it on my shoulders
Take my scarf, and kiss my mother
It's still dark outside
It's so early, I rub my eyes
I say Hi to the baker, I say Hi
I meet my friends at the corner of the street
And we talk and we laugh like every morning
On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
I'll always remember you
I sit down in the classroom
And look through the window
Open my bag, but I'm too slow
The teacher is yelling at me again for nothing
I don't care. The bell's ringing
I say Hi to the baker, I say Hi
I meet my friends at the corner of the street
And we talk and we laugh like every evening
On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
I'll always remember you
I say bye to the baker, I say bye
I've lost my friends at the corner of the street
And I cry, and I cry like every morning
On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
Trying to get home from a place so far away
That fairy tales, they ain't got nothing on this place
Didn't get a little help from my friends or the Architect
I ended up in space with some Australian blend
They keep on dropping hints but I don't pick them up
A couple pennies on the floor, I say "you call that luck?"
Don't think I'm gonna make it, just know that I tried
Tried so hard to please everyone my face got tired
Got so weak that I can't even reach my own front door
When my heart still beating there out on my porch
Hear it sing
Sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
Got no big story to tell, I'm not there and back from Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday
They're tryin' me like a jury, I can't drop my defense
All you got is a story, don't even care if it makes sense
Now I'm handcuffed to this bench, but I'm the one robbed of all my strength
No I'm not giving up, but it sure feels that way
Is it funny this shit happens almost every time?
Of just sad as hell that I still play along?