September, October, November.
November is always the end. Thanksgiving. If we hit Thanksgiving and we don't have a deal on the table, then all hope gets pushed to the new year. So, yes, I always tend to regard these months with a certain degree of dread.
This year has been a relentless, dragged-out, tooth-and-nail fight.
You'll forgive me if I've felt less than social.
But I'm still here. I'm on my feet.
I'm going to make all of this work.