If today is the 9th, then tomorrow must be the 10th, and next Wednesday will be the 15th and we will be halfway through the month.
Not that I'm wishing my time away. Don't get me wrong. But these early dates of January have always had the look of lone, lean pioneers. Leave them alone, let them pass.
They are the brave first days of the new year, sharpened and wary. They are simple and unadorned, one digit only. They are traveling light.