What hath night to do with sleep?
John Milton, Paradise Lost
It’s been… quite a month. And this, as the final weekend of it, was the ultimate encapsulation. Pretty much the first time I’ve been home, so I’m going to slap out a quick few words here then settle in for the night with the missus and pass out.
Turns out, everybody in our families / friends was born in September. Celebrations for days. Which is great, glad all these people are in our lives, love ’em all to death, but my goodness I’m ready for some cool down time. The worst part (with regards to this site) is that I had a plan for writing about something that royally ticked me off the other day when talking to a friend of mine, but I guess that can wait ’til next weekend. Not like that stupidity is going anywhere.
Anyway, hopefully everyone’s been doing well this past week and enjoying the approaching end of the month. We’re almost to spookytime, which seems to be a favorite of a lot of my circle. Good vibes there.
I… want to write more, but I gotta be honest, I’m dying on the vine here. My attempts to catch up on sleep have been generally unsuccessful. A quick show or two, then bed & book time is calling.
I’ll catch you lovelies next week. Send September off with your best.
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