Day Twenty

This month (nota bene: I wrote this entry in September)

I've never been a big fan of September. I am even less fond of August, but September is one of those months that's neither one thing nor the other. It's still too warm on the heels of August, but it lacks the snap of October weather. Part of my bias against September may lie in the garden variety back-to-school traumas of childhood. Even if you did well in school, was anyone ever really thrilled to go back? (If you were, keep it to yourself.)

Ever since college, the one nice thing about September has been my friend Mary's birthday on the 19th. She's a force of nature, Mary is. While she may have been a category 5 hurricane in college and she's settled down into a tropical storm, set her off and she'll still rip you off your foundation.

October? Well, that's a whole different story….