2012. A Leap Year. A phrase I can't quite understand. Because you aren't leaping into March, you are hanging around in February for an extra 24 hours. If anything makes sense, it would be to call the three years before and after it Leap Years, as those are the years you are forced to leap into March.
And I don't quite grasp the potential affect of skipping this day. The way the Earth's axis will cease, calendars as we know it will dissintigrate and all human society will succumb to a slow and agonizing death. Is that about right? And when ancient civilizations were mastering sun dials, at what point was it decided that this one day needs to be added in for everything to make sense?
There has been so much talk about this day. The day that all grown men living in their parent's homes wishes was their birthday. The only day in the universe that the few and proud born on it never get too old to move out.
This day doesn't interject an extra weekend day into the normal seven day week, so it has no bearing on me whatsoever. If each day is a gift, then you are no more or less lucky than waking up each day anyway. Who knows? Maybe this will be a day for new year's resolutions remembered, or a day or complete selflessness, or the day to try things that normally would never cross your paths...
I hope it is what you want it to be. For me, it will be a Wednesday. Where I wake up early, go to work, work, and realize I am no closer to the coming weekend than I am to the prior weekend. But the highlight thought? Everyone born on February 29th never be too old to live at mom's house!