what is it about may? it is always ridiculously busy. is it because i still have school-age kids? is it because my husband is a tax preparer who pushes a bow wave of work into the second half of april? is it that minnesotans re-emerge from their winter slumber and overzealously plan every glorious minute? i don’t know. every year, steve and i tell each other, “we always have may.” and then may arrives, and then may disappears. and it turns out we didn’t have may after all. every single year. it’s may 4 today. i’m going to go potty now, and make a cup of coffee, and when i come back, it’s going to be june 1.
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