When it rains, it pours.

I can't speak for everyone, of course, but we're extra super crazy busy at the moment (with lots and lots of wonderful things). I think this happens to many New Yorkers in September--everyone tries to cram everything that didn't happen in August into an already-full month.

So I would assume it'd be normal to have longer response times, etc., this month. 

Sit tight. It's not you, it's September. 

11 comments:

Matthew MacNish said...

Isn't that the label from Morton's Salt?

Agency Gatekeeper said...

Yup. :)

Mindy McGinnis said...

I'm with you sister. Love the fall, not sure where my time goes. Probably the 40/wk, I guess...

Marsha Sigman said...

I like salt.

But not really September. I am really busy too well so I feel your pain!!!

JB Lynn said...

I love the "It's not you, it's September" line. May I steal it? And use it year-round substituting whatever month it is?

Trevor Green said...

I have to say I'm glad to see you updating again. Went a while without any posts, and I look forward to them. :)

Agency Gatekeeper said...

Of course you may, JB Lynn. :)

Agency Gatekeeper said...

Thank you, Trevor. Yes. It was one of those slow, "Everything's hot so I will do nothing" periods. I'm so glad it's fall! Everything feels possible again.

Kathryn Elliott said...

Nice to see you back in Blogville, GK! Remember to breathe.

Jen Daiker said...

Glad to see someone's decided to take it upon themselves to turn the old "It's not you it's me" into more of a positive.

However it does slightly read as if you're still breaking up with me.

Franziska said...

I always think of September as harvest time. The only difference between the country version and the city version, is that in the city it's a time for 'harvesting' coffee with friends (catching up on what they did in the summer), gathering end-of-season bargains, tying up the ends of work projects that have lain dormant all summer, and also 'harvesting' fruit from the grocery store for making all the fruit-based puddings and desserts we never got around to when it was too hot to cook anything. And you've just got to love that big fat yellow harvest moon.