I am blessed to say that if we spent every weekend making up for “we haven’t seen so-and-so in forever!”, we’d never, ever have a weekend that wasn’t spent catching up with people we love very much.
The problem (and there’s always a problem, isn’t there) is that introversion turns this into a choice between two mutually exclusive good things. Do I want to catch up with people I miss and haven’t seen in forever? Do I want to sit in the darkened basement and sing songs to the kitties and recharge my proverbial batteries?
Usually I try to catch up… but the basement calls like a siren and I can make educated guesses about next week based on my relationship to the rest of the boat.
I am lashed to the mast this weekend. Sadly, wax doesn’t work.
So… what’s on your docket?