A sign we travel too much …

The Wednesday before leaving for London, I had dinner with a group of friends and colleagues. Afterwards, Rand and I were walking with our friend Natala to our respective cars. She and I were trying to figure out when we could meet up again, and we had this exchange:

Natala: I’m going to California, but I’ll be back on Sunday.

Me: We’re leaving for London on Sunday for a week.

Natala: In that case, I’ll be back on Wednesday.

Me: Rand, are we here on Wednesday following the London trip?

Rand: I think you are.

Sigh. I’m glad to know that it’s not just us. It seems like everyone is running around as of late, and I’m not sure if that’s just something people do, or the people in my life happen to do. At any rate, waiting two weeks to hang out with Natala isn’t the longest we’ve had to delay our plans, and it’s far better than all those times I’m tried meeting people for coffee … in the airport.