Anybody seen January? I blinked, and it was gone. Three times in the last two days I’ve said things like “I’ll get to that in January” and “Hmm, maybe I’ll go in January.” Get to what? Go where? I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m supposed to be running the show here, and I can’t remember what month it is.

It might be because Stu came home last week after 18 days in the hospital and I’m tired.

It might be because while I raced back and forth to see him I also raced to finish 500 Acres and No Place to Hide and I’m a little stressed.

It might be because my mom’s here doing her amazing mom thing and COOKING and my system’s in shock from actually eating something every day.

And it might just be because my birthday is this month and frankly? I’d prefer to delete February from the calendar.

It’s not that this is the BIG birthday. No. This is the PRE-big birthday. Uh huh. That’s right. You know what birthday I’m referring to. And I know several of you will leave me comments like “Oh Sue, you look great for someone turning THIRTY!” And I love you for it.

But I don’t love February.

And now you see why…