Middle of September

Fifteen days in. Fifteen to go. Ever notice how EVERYthing is a Notable Date to me? I do think September 15th's extra pivotal, though. It's kind of another invisible emotional marker between summer and fall. To me, at least. Also, this year i'm even more focused on the month's second half, as i'm recalling my HELLISH Mystery Illness from last year that began...tomorrow. Last day I felt fine was the 15th. The 16th and 17th I felt tired and blah. The 18th I had a SUPER early day at work on precious little sleep that could NOT have helped things. Then on the 19th...FEVER. Same day I went to a Yankees game...how I didn't collapse is beyond me. And then the fever just did NOT go away. Chills. Night sweats. But no real cold or cough. What the fuck?! It was a MONTH before I felt totally better. So forgive me if i'm kinda obsessing on the anniversary of it, terrified it'll repeat. I really DO need to start actively NOT dwelling on dates...just push them out of my Rain Man mind. So, yeah, la, di, dah...everything's fine now...feel GREAT. Knock. On. Wood. Because I have an AGENDA that canNOT be fucked up by illness, dammit!