The Death of September

September came and went like wildfire, catching me up at its very beginning with a heavy dose of nonsense, pushing me to my own physical limitation for three days near the tail end, knocking me out once and twice but not thrice for the count at the end, and with a general state of "nothing having been done," which for me in the time when I feel as if I should be a workaholic (quite often, as the case may be) is a straight up let-down.  Now that the month has zoomed right into October, the heaviness of Time and Death and all those usual harbringers of gloom and doom but also joy and the rest of it are hanging over me, but come what may, let the rain fall as usual, the typhoon that was to rain upon us came and went just as easily last evening, leaving with not even a whimper.

Fun is fun, but the time for fun is up for now.

Doraemon in the television building, Tokyo.

Reminded me of the Sontaran ship.