I went to bed with this little thought in my mind and woke up with it booming in tandem with a tension headache:
Since May was a treacherously hard month here for all the inhabitants of Sundog Bed & Breakfast, including the pets, I've decided that the month which follows should not be called June, but should be renamed May Not.
May really ought to have been about permission, especially at such a beautiful and inspiring time of year, but this year it seemed mostly to be about gut-wrenching uncertainty. That seems to me a perversion of the season, very un-springlike. So, the month of May Not must atone for this unnatural discrepancy. I know, May Not sounds at first like flat-out denial, but don't be deceived; May Not is all about giving its consent and blessing to anyone willing to make an independent choice, to be an agent rather than a target: "You MAY decide NOT to acquiesce before someone else's hostility and criticism today," or, "You MAY opt to NOT continue with something that is no longer working for you and NOT feel guilty about it," or, "You MAY choose NOT to sacrifice some personal moments of fun today in order to merely keep up the facade of peace," or, "You MAY elect NOT to give in to your cravings and eat that milk chocolate Dove ice cream bar in the freezer that will make you sick later this afternoon." See? Good month.