So starts July.
For Julius Caesar.
August is next, for Augustus Caesar.
And he’s the one who messed up the calendar.
He wanted himself and ol’ Jules to have the nice warm months named after them.
Sounds okay, sure, but look what he did in his arrogance.
September is from Septe, or seven.
October is from Octo, or eight.
November is from Nove, or nine.
September is now the ninth month?
And we just accept this?