I am exhausted.
There are a lot of factors: late nights at work, worry-induced insomnia, birthday parties and baby showers to plan and host, a mini-vacation in the making. Lots to do, as always, and never enough time to get it all done.
Unfortunately, I think we must also consider an important truth. Namely, that thirty-one is different than twenty-two. And I am not twenty-two.
*That’d be the Dixie Chicks. Or Stevie Nicks. As you prefer.