I was feeling sorry for myself for a chunk of today, probably because I haven’t been sleeping well this week. I had several work-related balls in the air two weeks before our son Theo’s last day of school and didn’t expect any of them to land. My summer was going to be a relatively relaxing one, with a few local family trips, a visit from my brother and Theo’s camps, playdates and study help. Last week, however, all the balls landed at once, and now I have an exhibition to curate, one book (and maybe even a second) to write and itinerary for a museum tour to Japan to put together, all probably in the next couple of months. This may partly explain my anxious nights and today’s cranky mood.