Wow. Last week was a doozy. While fully cognizant of the fact that it can always be worse (and believe me, I am always reminding myself of this, that these problems are in fact small), allow me a moment of melodrama when I say I was fully, “Jesus, take the wheel” about 367 times over the course of the past seven days.

I so want to get quippy and make some comic tie-in between my love for this grandpa blazer and all the grandma-like things I’ve got going on my life these days (exhaustion, advancing to middle age, etc etc), but I gotta shoot you straight and tell you, girlfriend is wiped. Ain’t happenin’ tonight.
