80 days to go

I'm sure I'll start freaking out a lot more often, especially since the number is getting small. 80 days. Damn. That ain't that many to go. But as I told some friends the other night, I'd much rather by 30 than 29. At least I won't have that looming birthday anymore. Of course, will there still be my highly entertaining blog? Maybe. I haven't decided if I'll keep it running or let it fade into obscurity. I'll decide later.

Well, I got one of those phone calls this morning, gotta go into work extra early, so I'm cutting everything short so I can get there. Including this.

So, I'll be working close to home today, so I'll probably write more around lunch time.

dave