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One of these days, I will learn that I should just skip the month of October, perhaps by slipping into a coma and sleeping through it. Something about the way the stars are aligned in my horoscope mean that if something lousy is going to happen, it will happen in October. My diagnosis with Type 1 diabetes when I was 8; my mother's death when I was 15; the fact that the school tells me that my 6-year-old son may be autistic (or maybe crazy) on the same day that my boss starts interviewing candidates to replace me – all of these things happened or are happing in the month of October.
On the other hand, crisp cool autumn weather has finally arrived in Houston. It is a beautiful time of year to have my life fall apart. At least I can comfort in the scenery.
( Really? But of course. After all, this is how my life works. )
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One of these days, I will learn that I should just skip the month of October, perhaps by slipping into a coma and sleeping through it. Something about the way the stars are aligned in my horoscope mean that if something lousy is going to happen, it will happen in October. My diagnosis with Type 1 diabetes when I was 8; my mother's death when I was 15; the fact that the school tells me that my 6-year-old son may be autistic (or maybe crazy) on the same day that my boss starts interviewing candidates to replace me – all of these things happened or are happing in the month of October.
On the other hand, crisp cool autumn weather has finally arrived in Houston. It is a beautiful time of year to have my life fall apart. At least I can comfort in the scenery.
( Really? But of course. After all, this is how my life works. )