Ah.

Getting back to the work week is my rest. It is amazing how much I can cram into one weekend... bouncing from weekend to weekend. Next weekend is the ooey gooey Indigo triple scoop in Salt Lake, after the fire performance fundraiser the night before, after the fire jam the night before that... okay, you get the picture. Wasn't it once that the weekend was the time for rest? Am I living backwards?

May, the month of the whirlwind.