(somehow I missed Saturday … too busy at work, I guess) Friend Judy’s canceled her Labor Day picnic-party. It’s due to sickness, Judy’s. None of her guests want her to feel bad or catch her ailment, so she’ll reschedule. I’m delighted. I’ve always taken pleasure in the cancellation of calendared activities. It’s because once something is canceled I have an unexpected opening on my calendar. The open hours or day(s) are like a gift. There are things I look forward to. And I’m still delighted when those things get canceled. The gift of time is a powerful opportunity granted. Anything could happen in that suddenly open time slot. I feel guilty in pleasure, but I take pleasure nonetheless.