I still don’t know how to think of this month of July. Are the events of it bad luck–too hot weather, double paying the cable bill, the ceiling crashing down, the car tire? Or were they just neutral events that were likely to happen no matter what? If they are just neutral events, how can I see myself as anything other than fortunate that I have managed to escape them thus far with only minor inconvenience (and enormous stress)?
I can’t help but feel that something in July wants a taste of my broken heart, though. And the fact that I have bruised but not broken–yet, knock on wood–as I race for the end of the month does not dissuade it from reaching its spindly fingers after me.