Breathe!

⅞ Time “The challenge I’m putting before you is called ⅞ time,” I tell the Zoom screen containing the head and torso of the person

I’m sorry. I hear you.   The child whose day it is to empty the dishwasher did so before going to school today. Hooray. (It

May. I have patience? Beloved, It’s May. Which is, pardon the bad pun, A-may-zing. The calendar seems to have flipped from March to May instantly.