It’s already September?

As I write this, I have been working from home for nearly 6 months. That seems like a long time, and it kind of feels that way. It also, doesn’t? What I mean is that time doesn’t seem to have the same kind of flow that it used to when I went into work. The weekends I used to crave now feel like every other day of the week. It’s not because I’m not working, but more because there really isn’t anywhere to go. Or at least, not if you’re trying to be a responsible human. The hubby and I have gone off on some safe social distancing outings, but me mainly stay home. It’s so odd.

So when I flipped my calendar this morning, I had to do a double take. It’s September? For real? Already? Wow. I don’t know what to do with this information.

On the bright side, I’ve actually surpassed my reading goal for the year. This year I originally set out to read 12 books, one for each month, because I knew the school/work combo would be a rough one. Then the pandemic hit, and I was doing terribly. I was in a terrible place mentally, and reading was the absolute last thing my brain wanted to do. Since then, I’ve bounced back. I’ve actually finished 20 books, and am working my way through 2 right now. I think I’ve finally semi-adapted to this weird world. At least as much as a person can.

It doesn’t feel like September. It doesn’t feel like a normal Fall at all. I’m just going to stay positive, and look forward to Christmas though. Whether it’s with family or not, I can still look forward to my favorite time of the year.