I should love September.
The weather is sublime. There are festivals and US Open Tennis to watch. There is time to plan a fun Halloween costume for Violet. My husband's birthday is in September and so is the anniversary of our first date.
And yet... September adds up to much less than the sum of it's parts. How that sum total ends up being so gloomy, I will never understand.
It is the first of September and I feel as if I have been laboring under a black cloud for days. There is no rhyme. There is no reason. It just is.
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