I'm so very glad I read this morning's notes by BK right after I arrived at work. How else would I have known that September was gone, gone, gone??
Maxwell Anderson was one smart cookie when he wrote:
"Oh, it's a long long while, from May to September
But the days grow short when you reach September...."
...and Kurt Weill's music is haunting (and depressing) in "September Song."
But...though the number of days seem a long, long while, they certainly whizzed by very quickly. The older one gets, the more quickly things whiz....except the actual act of "whizzing" which, pardon my bluntness, seems to be a more leisurely-paced activity than it used to be.
Ah, me.....