I love the Autumn and hate to see it go.
I usually over-commit in September and by the time November comes with its grey, lifeless, leafless and cold-rainy landscape, I often find myself depressed.
With apologies to C.S. Lewis, it's no longer Summer and not yet Christmas. And I've got too much on the go.
It's not so much that I fail to plan as that I work best in cycles. And at the end of very creative, busy, productive cycles - well, I've about had it.