August is my month but this year it was actually horrible so I extended my celebration to September to at least Virgo season. I say horrible as in comparison to other years. 2020 has been quite a year and while I tend to be a half glass full person life has been kicking my butt. I am doing my best to stay upbeat reason, and the reason I had to add September to the mix.

So my birth month started good with a date although the guy ended up being a cheap skate. Then I hung out with my line sister and Sorors at an outdoor restaurant. It actually felt like a normal Friday versus one in a pandemic. After finishing seventy-seven mile ride on the day before my birthday, my car was stolen from my parking garage. It was the best ride of the year and the most I had ridden and I felt strong the whole ride. I had planned a karaoke mini adventure thanks to a good friends that has a mom with a lake house for my actual birthday. So the weekend was not a total lost. After the ride I developed an injury that required a minor procedure that took me out for about five weeks. I could not swim, bike or run. I was basically struck at home similar to the initial quarantine.

I had orginally planned a weekend get away to Vegas to see a friend but Vegas was on the banned list of cities that required a fourteen day quarantine upon return to Illinois so I decided that would not be a good idea. So Labor day I planned a weekend get-away or I invited myself to a trip that one of my girls had planned. COVID had me scared. I wore my mask that makes me look like a space alien. I went to a beach get away where I basically read books, jet skied, and played in the water away from people. I did play a little at dinner, it was a nice COVID trip, and a nice wrap up to my birth month. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.