It's now October and I couldn't be happier. It's starting to get a bit colder and the baby has a bit of melancholy that we can't quite place. Although I suspect she is contemplating her own mortality, it probably has more to with a change in weather.
This weekend, we bought a new rug for the living room and I also, before going to bed last night, felt my Statement of Purpose come to me, as in a dream. It could not be stopped. What is truth, anyway.
Oh damn. The baby just threw up on the new rug.