Some days are worse than others. And sometimes, big batches of those days band together to form months that are better left forgotten. October was one of those times. Some things happened that I’d wished hadn’t, and some things didn’t that I’d wished had. In all, a bunch of completely unrelated, inconsequential items seemed to fall in steady sequence to make for a generally nasty month.

I’m glad that I didn’t write much (anything) during the past 40 days or so. I think it’s probably better that October is left as a blank, rather than black, spot on an otherwise great year.