Electric Josh

I was asked today what I'm doing next weekend (the weekend after next, the one that starts in nine days or so). And I don't even know. I can't keep all these friggin weekends straight. Do you remember when we used to plan things less than one week in advance, or maybe more if it was something huge like a wedding or a graduation or something? Does that time exist only in my imagination? This problem is unrelated to parenthood, and existed well before this cute baby came along. I don't mind having no free time as long as some (not even all) of it doesn't get booked six months in advance. I mean, I'm resigned to having no free days for the rest of my life, but I just wish that they at least be filled according to something less rigid than a Five Year Plan. At least provide myself the illusion of spontaneity, or free will. Not that this is your fault, gentle reader, but, I mean, geez.
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