Restless. Too much rest. Lost in resignation. Revived in the light. Resolute about capturing the magic. OK, it must be time for sunrise coffee. September was always my favorite month. It still provides more comfort than challenge and whenever July and August are behind us seasonal morphing comes into vogue

You can tell already this isn't going to be a cavernous cache of original wisdom. It's more like the Peter Duchin story - great piano playing but a pretty morose point: the psycho-fragile life raft in our backpack is as secure as Joan Rivers' heart during yet another surgery. Can a 9 year old really have a bucket list to fire an Uzi and end up shooting her guardian in the head? Should we be farming octopi for food? Julie Benz... clothed or areola-centric? You can't make this stuff up or maybe you can but you're too smart to put it in writing and post it. There's the difference - when it's be careful what you wish for time in Loosiana, you admit you asked for this and you suppress the hysteria that overtakes you when it hits you again and again that you're right where you want to be.

So what's the morph pattern for this season? I'll get conjugally visited, we've introduced blue plate specials and I won't be picking any additional seat assignments in '14 if at all possible.