It's that month...

Do you know what month it is? I do. And I mean other than just "August". Sure, it's back-to-school month. Yes, it's probably the hottest month of the year in some parts of the world, but it's also the month that precedes September, when fall may or may not begin to peek around the corner. And it is the fact that August precedes September that brings the thing that gives August such special weight and meaning in my life. Literal weight, if you think about it.

What am I raving about? Here's a hint:

Ohhh, yes. The September issue of Vogue is going to appear in my mailbox soon. The big one. The one that I will lock myself away with and let no one near, the same way I did the Sears Christmas catalog when I was too young to know there was such a thing as the Vogue September issue. I get weird about this one. Once the date hit me, I almost did an advent calendar for its release. Until the magazine arrives, the mailbox is checked seven or eight times a day. I have used allowing myself to peruse this issue as bait to clear my to-do list, and have found that it is one of the only things that works.

I think it's time I stop with the confessional, lest you all begin to think I'm any more crazy than you already do. Just know that if I suddenly stop posting for a few days, it's probably because this thing has arrived. I wish I was joking. (Maybe...)