I seem to always be looking forward to the end of each day, or the next weekend. Then don't do much when I get there. Think I've always been a bit like this.
DD 1st year at uni, and we're going to see her for lunch in three weeks.
I also look forward to our phone calls on Mondays.
Thing is, I have hobbies, but even they prey on my mind. And these are not dangerous hobbies: bell ringing and Beaver leader for example.
I'm not sure what I'm waiting for!
55/M but even so I feel the testosterone draining away..