I am. I thought May would slow some, but it is not to be. Much juggling. (And now I've gone and mixed my metaphors.)
To flash your fiction today, write of marbles spilled...juggled balls akimbo...plates spinning in midair, or dropped and broken. Write of things that are round, grounded in blurred edges and smooth in your palm. Write of colors spilled loose, and the way they flow into each other, and what's found there. Write of childhood games...marbles, hide and seek, Miss Mary Mack. Or take this photo, and spill what you will. Just write. And flash it here.