I know what I said about cancer being a trump card of life suffering. It totally is. But you know what? We’re still in like the 9th circle of dante’s inferno over here. I think the 4 hours of restless sleep, the tag-team banshee-wail styling of the twins, and the stroller on rush hour subway commutes qualifies for some sort of badge. Perhaps even a theme song. I will ponder which one I think will work. Thank you.