Day 177 — I like that number – 177 — something kind of neat about it — neat as in tidy, not neat as in ‘cool’. It’s interesting counting the down the days of the year like this. The number doesn’t seem all that big, but when you think about it — that’s one hundred and seventy seven days of getting up, going to work, packing a lunch, buttoning a coat, brushing your hair, fixing breakfast, stopping to get gas, and on and on and on.
Well, today is the end of the getting up and going to work and packing a lunch part for me. At least for the next two months. Yes, today is freedom day! That big ol’ carrot is dangling within reach now, I can almost sink my teeth into it. I’m sure today will go quickly and then I’m going to come home and sit on my deck with a cold beer in hand (if the sunshine holds that is) and ponder the joys and possibilities of the next eight weeks.
All That Matters 