A friend of mine whose kids are all grown reminds me regularly that someday, my calendar will be open. It’s coming sooner than I can think.
This week was packed. When I bring up my calendar, it looks like tightly packed LEGO—stacked sold with many color blocks for each family member. I can bear it, and I think I do it well, but it’s wearing on me.
I’m sure I’ll miss it someday—when the blocks on the calendar are for two people, not four.