Do you ever feel like you are going to break? Just…split in two from pressure and work and responsibilities and dirty dishes and toys under the couch and the pile of clothes flung over the back of your chair that you meant to put away in the closet three weeks ago and oh look–we’re out of butter again.

Do you ever think that even 14 weeks in a hammock in the South of France would still not amply restore your energy coffers?

Do you ever wish there were a magic pill you could pop that could make all the assholes disappear from your life, raise the temperature by 50%, buy you 6 more hours in your day, take inches off your thighs and hips, double your income, and maybe conjure up your own personal butler?

I don’t have such a pill. Even though it kind of sounds that way. (Hey, maybe I should write infomercials for a living!)

I was just asking.