I’m waiting in an airport to fly home after a lovely trip to Seattle. And when I get home I’m not going to do anything in particular. I’ll just unpack and go to bed. And tomorrow morning I can sleep late if I need to, since my first fixed appointment isn’t until 11:30. In short, I don’t need to be in a hurry.
So why is it that a delay is anxiety-producing? Is it the idea that a change of plans will lead to something bad?