May is over and nearly so is this continuum of busyness, in which I have survived: three birthdays, one anniversary, one maternal holiday, three late-night photo shoots (two to go), a wedding shoot, a professional organizer (in progress), the usual work deadlines, layoffs, therapy, cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, and a trip to Ikea in which I think we were responsible for the razing of an entire hectare of Swedish veneer-over-particle board forest.

I have been really tired lately and I can’t decide if it’s because I have so much going on at the moment or because I’m out of shape or because I’m officially too old to be drinking beer after midnight. Probably all three. In any case, my hope is that June will be a better month, if not because Father’s Day and my birthday are coming up then because at the very least I can know that next May is eleven months away.