*Peeks head out of hole*

Did we make it?

Are we in October?

*looks around*

Ah. Greetings, you apple-pickers, you plaid-wearers, you imbibers of spiced coffee drinks.

We made it.

Shoo, September, you summer wanna-be, talking out of both sides of your mouth. Oh! Fresh beginnings – many of them, and you’re already behind! Oh, it’s fall! Still 90 degrees out, but now you can’t necessarily prance about in a bathing suit for some reason.

Come into my warm embrace, October! Bring your slight chill, your moodiness, and your utter dearth of seasonal optimism. I shall enjoy your Halloween and its ample irony and nougat.

I tell the kids throughout the September grind to “just focus on doing the next thing.” That’s what September is. Thirty frenzied days of focusing on doing the next thing. October loosens the strap.  We’re in a sort-of groove and/or have begun to KonMari that…