My husband is now a professional photographer, having had two paying gigs on Wednesday. I am thrilled.

And I’m exhausted. I’m his assistant, which most of the time just means I have to be there. But sometimes I actually have to work. And it’s a lot of work.

I hope soon that most of his gigs will either be paying ones or result in tears. (Tears is not the stuff you cry out of your eyes but the pages you tear out to show your work. Tears is a good thing in photography. It means published work.)