collection

My, my, it's been a while. Blaming summer and the weather is all well and good, but, really, I haven't felt much like writing anything for quite some time. And I don't even really feel like writing now. Vanity pushes me, though, guilting me. Someone must care that I haven't written, mustn't they?

September always seems like a new start, much more than January or the fiscal new year (May?) or any other time. It's the time to hunker down and ready for winter, holding safe the collection of memories gathered over the last months, meant to sustain the dreariness of the winter. Have I collected enough? Yearly, I realise around March that I haven't and the doldrums set in and I wrestle with them until the temperature or sun or spring buds get close enough to tag them in.

The problem with September also seems to be that my body refuses to let me have a fresh start. The start of school meant a late summer cold, and the trend followed me into university. And now I have a cold. I dislike it because it messes up my work and leaves me playing catch up more than I already do. I'm downing 16 Vitamin C tablets to try to boost the cold out of my body. Vitamin C makes me grumpy.

But once this cold is done, I can go back to juggling four jobs and trying to see friends until something happens. I've planned a trip to Chicago and am excited about that. I'm hoping to get to Seattle in November for a weekender. A visit to my parents', too. Hopefully these will top up my collection so I can get through to spring intact.