“Anxiety” is too strong…but you know that feeling when you’re hosting a party, and you spent the day cleaning the house, and you bought beer, and stocked the fridge, and bought things to grill even though it is totally going to keep raining because Jason, aka the Grillmaster, said he’d barbecue even if it rains, and you crack open the very first beer, and sit down in your clean, quiet house, and wait for the first guest to arrive? That’s where I’m at.

It’s weird. I wonder if this feeling is actually one of the most consistent of my adult life. I remember this feeling in my first apartment, when I was 17.

I like continuity, in case you couldn’t tell.