I have a suddenly free weekend in August.
Since free weekends don't come around often, it's somewhat welcome. But it's also a disappointment, because I was supposed to be at my 25 year class reunion that weekend.
It's not even that I was all that excited about the reunion. I've come to feel pretty ambivalent about it, but I spent quite a bit of time working on it over the past year, and when it got to the deadline for reservations I had 13 paid reservations for a graduating class that ended up somewhere just shy of 400.
There are a couple of friends that I was hoping to see, and we may go ahead and meet up for dinner. Or maybe we'll keep the free weekend.