Of friends, priorites and time

Its a rainy and dreary Halloween evening, I just dropped off a good friend at the airport, and in a few minutes I'll be braving the elements to let my disguised children knock on strangers' doors and ask for handfuls of sugary chocolate goodness. I miss my friend. I'm burdened with work and my own inability to keep my word. I'm worn down from several months of being battered from life. I'm tired. I loved my time the past 2 days, seeing the city, just being with a great friend in general. But taking that time has costs in other ways -- fairly or unfairly. All I know is that I haven't heard anyone say on their death bed; "I wish I spent less time with my family and friends and more time working", and I plan on making sure I never feel regret missing time with my family or friends.