I'm out of here in less than 48 hours, suddenly everyone wants to see me. Not that I'm complaining. It's nice to be wanted -- the sudden flurry of requests and meet-ups just makes the wrapping things up a bit messier than it is to begin with. In addition to which some of the good-bye encounters feel like those occasions when you find yourself with a friend who's jabbering, "Hey, it's been super, really, we'll have to do it again, yeah, next time you're around, life's always so busy, isn't it, but we'll find a few minutes to say hello, get a cuppa coffee or something, and gee, you look great, no kidding, right, well, take care of yourself," as they're shoving you out the door.
I enjoy all these individuals in one way or another and am grateful for their presence, however fleeting, in the ongoing cabaret that passes for my life.
