I’ve been cleaning up my bookcases lately. I was going to recycle my old calendars when I remembered that there are only, like, 14 ways a calendar can be arranged — January 1 Monday through January 1 Sunday, with and without a leap year. I think. It makes sense.
I found five or six old calendars on those shelves (and I’m sure there are more somewhere else), so that’s a start on my perpetual calendar collection.
Maybe I will end up recycling them, if I can’t find a good way to store them. But maybe I’ll find a good storage system and then I’ll always have a calendar.