Not that long ago, I wrote:
Now if we can just get out of April […] Our May calendar, it need hardly be said, is becoming alarmingly full of things pre-empted by April events. I dread the prospect of our new in-joke being, “In June.”
If I had known what May held in store — the death of my mom, the collapse of the Democrats, and in a little twist of the knife, the sudden closure of Sushi Ya in Palo Alto — I would have wished for April to go on and on and on.
May, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.