...fiveonesix...

"Your friends will be generous with invitations," said the cap of my bottle of Jones crushed melon soda. Couldn't be truer.
I've been swamped lately. The weekends are taken, most of the weeknights are reserved, and those that aren't already filled become so soon enough. And we're not even into the holiday season yet, with all the events and obligations that come with it. Ugh.
I just want to stop for a minute, take a nap, and relax. I want a day or two to myself each week, a day when I don't have anything planned -- I can sit down and read a book or watch a movie or just look out the window at nothing in particular.
There are reports in the news that kids aren't getting enough unscheduled free time. I'd say none of us is getting enough free time, with the possible exception of those without a job (at least I don't have to worry about that). Let's all follow the French lead and get a 35-hour work week, with one-hour naps in the mid afternoon. Right about now. I go picket somewhere, but I'm too tired and I've got a lot on my plate.
Bottom line: I'm too busy, and I want a nap.