May: “No, really, Buffy, one can of lighter fluid is all one needs to get the charcoal going."
June: It would be the summer holiday, if he were still a school librarian, which he was not.
July: The Road Runner no longer starred in Xander’s lazy Saturday mornings, though sometimes Xander wished it did.
August: The flight to London from Los Angeles was tediously long and about as miserable as it was the last time I took it.
September: The road south out of Death Valley was a straight line of cracked asphalt, with sand blown up into drifts across it every now and then.
October: Giles finished The Magician’s Nephew too quickly, even though he’d been reading with strict attention to prose style, as slowly as he could.
November: "Oh!" Buffy meeped in misery and annoyance.
December: Xander hitched his duffel bag higher on his shoulder and kept moving past the cemetery gate and its deep shadows.
August & September were very productive months for me. I think December & January will see a similar burst, as the stories I've been stirring for the last couple of months finish cooking.