The sixth of Esfand

I'd never particularly thought of the sixth of Esfand, one way or another; it's a date in the Persian calendar. It's today, in fact.

But it sounds like what today is, which is exceedingly Monday-ish. It's the sort of day where your rubber band fizzles instead of firing, and you set a piece of paper on a countertop only for it to drift lazily to the chair seat, and thence to the floor.

Also, the phone has been ringing off the hook.

But then it would on the sixth of Esfand.