Talking on a cell in an empty quizno's

Getting ready to leave has been driving up the time I spend talking on the phone, even to people who are remote. I do have great friends, scattered all over the country. Just dealing with me is probably qualification for sainthood. Sometimes I wish they weren't so scattered, but sometimes it's nice.

M called back. She wants me to see her tomorrow, which would mean changing plans with Dr Lizzie. I'm determined to feel guilty about it either way. We'll see what happens, maybe I'll just stop by Racine in the morning before heading down to Chicago. You know, for someone whose personality is so directly opposed to taoism, I certainly find myself following the scent without knowing what's before me. It's like being a follow, but I'm not sure who the lead is, or whether I trust him, or what the hell dance we're doing anyway.

Teaser (and reminder) for a related topic: Budo in the Ballroom and the Tao of Dance