66 days to go

It's almost August. Wow. Time flies.
I'm almost thirty. Wow. Time flies.

I'm sure that's what my parents and grandparents are thinking. After all, they remember everything about me being born and the like. Me, I don't get solid memories until I was about 2 1/2- at least stuff I really remember, like my brother coming home from the hospital. He, of course, is finishing the bar exam today. Good luck to him.

He's getting married in 73 days. Again, good luck to him.

I'm ready to hit the road today. Getting to work means I can get out of work earlier, I hope.

That's all for now. Go forth and enjoy your day.