I have library training next week and have homework to read, there's always grass to cut now, and I've got lifelong friends to stay in communication with, as they have some big issues going on with loved ones. Once in awhile, a nice listener calls me at the radio station and wants to meet me and "hang out," but I have to tell them that I have scores of old friends that I barely get to see anymore and that I have no room for new activities. On paper, I work 25 hours and six days a week; in life, it's so much more.
Saturday May 19th, I'm doing my annual Dylan hour in appreciation of his 71st birthday and the week after that, it's the all-Texas show. Those ideas are kind of half-baked at this point, as are my thoughts on the next batch of music I'm going to review for the blog, etc. I like to call myself the hardest working person who only "works" 25 hours.
Perhaps that other 15 hours is filled with worry.