I don't see myself winning any popularity contests anytime soon, but I have been seriously busy for the entire summer, and looking at my handy black calendar, it's not getting any better.
How is it possible that I am booked every weekend until September 27? (If you want to hang out with me then, please let me pencil you in now). And that the next two weeks of my life are already jam-packed with social engagements nearly every night of the week? I am going to have to start turning people away.
Where did all these friends come from? Why are there so many activities all of a sudden? How did I become such a fun-pig?
I need to find a new job for September.
I need to write.
I need to buy new running sneakers.
I need to determine my retirement savings plan.
Fun just keeps getting in the way.