Kat's Coming

I just got off the phone with my friend Kat. If you've been reading from the beginning, you'll remember her as the person who badgered me into writing this blog in the first place.

Kat is still in school. She expects to graduate at the end of Spring semester, but squarely between now and then sits Spring Break. She could spend her last Spring Break at the beach. She could spend her last Spring Break looking for a job. Instead, she plans to spend it in my backwater town, visiting me. She wants to see this place and meet the people who have appeared in my writing.

I am humbled.

And yet I am also apprehensive. For one thing, the house is always a wreck. I'm the only one who cleans around here. I've given up on the dishes, generally using and washing the same set of dishware over and over while leaving Suzanne and Emily's dishes in the sink. I've all but given up on the bathroom as well, although I still feel compelled to scrub out the shower floor so my feet don't stick to it. Before Kat visits I'll probably have to spend several days of cleaning.

Then there's also the issue of where she'll sleep. We have a couch, but I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'm pretty sure Suzanne has used it. I figure I'll put her in my bed and sleep in my sleeping bag in the living room floor.

Probably the biggest of my fears is that the town and people won't live up to the picture she has in her head. It may sound interesting when time is compressed and details are all run together in these little vignettes, but the reality is that this town is boring. She's planning on staying for the better part of a week, and I have no idea what we'll do or how she'll occupy herself while I'm off at work.

Even so, I'm looking forward to the visit. She is still my best friend. Plus she's freakin' HOT.