Don't know if I've mentioned this before. But for so long, my months have seemed to fit a pattern of quality to an almost eerie degree. Even if parts of it could be explained rationally.

For instance, January was always good, if not one of the better months of my year. Followed by February, which was cursed. Often being the worst of my year. Then March, where I'd be optimistic about something promising, only for it to be let down. And so on, and so forth. 

Well, I'm breaking tradition. Because January certainly wasn't how I wanted to start the new year. Since I spent about half of it injured and/or sick. But this isn't a complaint, as thus far, my February is looking pretty promising. For reasons that I won't delve into yet, just so I don't jinx myself.