In spite of my best efforts, the month of October is insisting on keeping it's title as "worst month for Steve". I will note, however, that it hasn't been without an effort on my part to change the dynamic.
Maybe it's all a cosmic metaphor of sorts for the inherent need that Spring has to come after Fall, with Winter sandwiched in between as a kind of exclamation point.
Maybe it's just a "bad luck streak in dancing school" (not the album, I just like the phrase).
Maybe I just dramatically over think most things.
I could continue to come up with dozens of ways to be obtuse, which might entertain me but annoy others. Actually, who the heck am I kidding? I'd prefer to be direct, but getting into specifics just isn't the right thing to do, so obtuse is the best I can offer. Besides, in the ledger of life, my credits far exceed my debits anyway.
The bottom line is this: Some bad news, but opportunities await. There is no trick here, no movie plot that gets neatly resolved in two hours. No, this is about as visceral as life gets. This kind of thing is, as the late Levon Helm once observed*, an "adult sized portion". And it's about time to eat.
As I work my way through things, I'm taking notes. Who knows? That could end up being my blog magnum opus of sorts. Regardless, there will absolutely be more to come.
Oh, and next October will be different.
(*) From the film "The Last Waltz", where The Band's drummer was talking about visiting New York City for the first time.