A friend of mine is arriving Thursday evening. His plane arrives late, so I'll pick him up after work. He will be visiting until Tuesday. We plan to just hang out and be for a few days as both of us need some serious down time. I'm approaching his visit with equal parts anticipation and anxiety.
Hanging and chatting and being is what I love best, what I get too little of, what refuels the jet pack for another day. This friend and I know how to shoot the shite like nobody's business. That's the anticipation part.
But it gets harder and harder to just be all the time, and that makes me anxious. I've even created a list of bars and museums and cafes and stuff to do if we fail. If we just have to be some place at some time before the clock strikes done. You know what I mean?
I fear the rat race is all there is.