A sudden quickening of pace, a sense of hurry and busyness, a frazzled frame of mind just arrives with the month.
It seems to say:
"I am here - already.
Do you realise what lies ahead for the next two months?Go go go!"
And if I wake at night, images of "things to be done" parade in random patterns across the screens of my nightmind.
I'm considering a notebook and pen next to my bed to keep a record of them all
And this is just the beginning
We won't even consider December now - we have enough to cope with.
I think not - not for the female of the species anyway. . .