Unless a birthday or anniversary or otherwise notable memorial date is involved, March can be considered, besides August, to be the worst month. The best and coldest days of winter are behind us, but it’s not yet warm enough to abandon any thought of layering before we walk out of the door. I’m neither Catholic nor white, nor named Patrick, and therefore March 17 means absolutely nothing to me. There are no national holidays that net many people a day off of work. It’s the worst month of school. I guess there are the March Madness tournaments, but they don’t even begin until the back half of the month, and they conclude in April. On top of all of this, March has 31 days. It just seizes that extra day to assert its gray dominance. And not even in a cool way, like January.