An in-between month. It always drags. Theoretically all months are supposed to drag at this point in my life. Eighty-eight years and fading slowly. But, living as we do with three generations in the house, all clamouring for attention, life is still busy, speeding along, punctuated by my grand-daughters holidays.I wish I could bottle this experience to recommend it to other biddies. Live in a house full of noisy people, cats and dogs.