This is the strangest year of my life. Other years have contained 12 months. Apparently, this year will only contain 11. Yesterday was April 30th. Today is June 1st. May is MIA, or it just didn't exist. Surely I would have noticed its arrival. Surely I would have noticed its departure.

I'm sure there is a beneficial aspect to this. I'm thinking I get to change my next birthday to a month later. But I wonder if the grandkids will appreciate me messing with THEIR birthdays. I'm thinking not.

The older I get (insert your droll age-related comment here), the faster time goes. But I have never had an entire month disappear. I've had days that blurred my vision; weeks that caused vertigo. I've had years that caused kinetosis . Now, the speed of time has caused total amnesia.

More middle-aged angst. They say memory is the second thing to go. Don't ask me what the first thing is. I've forgotten. And I don't want to know what the third is.

If anyone out there knows where May is hiding, please let me know. I'd like to tuck it back into place for next year.

Psalm 39:5 (Amplified Bible)

Behold, You have made my days as [short as] handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in Your sight. Truly every man at his best is merely a breath! Selah [pause, and think calmly of that]!