Let’s begin by me saying that I love October.  It’s my favorite month.  I love the cooler (not cold) weather.  The pops of color.  Ooh, and don’t forget that glorious scent of leaves.  I feel both alive, yet so comfy.

It’s only October 2nd and I’m wiped out.  Just like that, it feels like someone pulled the rug out from under me.   I took my son to a new Neurologist at Children’s Hospital Boston.  She seems quite thorough, which is good.  We have to go back on Friday for my son to get hooked up for an ambulatory EEG.  This should be interesting.  I can only imagine the stares we will get if I bring him out and about with his headed wrapped up and wires sticking out like he’s a personal friend of Dr. Frankenstein.

It’s always something.