Dash

Boarding the plane in two days are some very dear people. My socks are excited out of me and already making headway through the thicket. My Tuesday date is fixed for a week.

One weekend after the last, seems I've been over committing to the organization of events. Breakfast on a Saturday morning is now a luxury. Housemates been saying something. Saying, to me, a form of role reversal. Once I had all the time in the world with friends too busy serving the needs of others in their community. Now, it seems, even after enlisting in the fold, my predecessors are changing gear. But does it really have to matter?

I'm tired. Stop analyzing.