September Dawn

I can't ruddy well believe it's come to September already, O My Brothers. Honestly—September? Really? I barely touched Summer. (And I wasn't quite desperate enough to touch Spring...)

Autumn in New York is the half-skip and a jump between Summer and Winter. I've got a lot to accomplish before this year's done for, and I've got no idea what that entails at the moment.

How do you think I do it? (I DON'T KNOW!) What makes me so good???

Life is about to get stranger...