It seems that the line between sane and insane is getting a little blurry as of late. Work is becoming increasingly stressful as more and more people rush to get last minute projects done and my young neonate has decided that he could care less about ESPN or its many hard working employees all struggling to be ready for this year’s FIFA World Cup tournament. Master Ryan has recently taken to practicing his high A scream at 11pm every night and dutifully practicing off and on until at least 3am. What’s worse is his kind; loving and nurturing mother is in the final days of the school year and is equally stressed.

So as I prepare to go to bed earlier than I have in days, I’m thinking about the early morning hour when I’ll be called to answer Master Ryan’s call and ask myself why, it’s all answered in the smile of a first swing. That’s pretty cool.