The Busyness


I recently wrote a friend to ask if he wanted to do something this week, and he answered that he didn’t have a lot of time but if something was going on to let him know and maybe he could ditch work for a few hours. I wanted to clarify that my question had not been a preliminary heads-up to some future invitation; this was the invitation. But his busyness was like some vast churning noise through which he was shouting out at me, and I gave up trying to shout back over it.
Lazy man is smug! Just kidding, he has it all figured out. Well, maybe. Actually, I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Let’s all go on vacation. Incidentally: our schedule this week will be a little lighter, but we’ll be back to normal next Monday. Anything fun going on for the Fourth?