Countdown

When, exactly, does one begin a countdown? What initiates it?

I'm leaving town in about 36 hours, or at least that's the plan, provided nothing happens between now and then to prevent it. I suppose it's understandable I'm a little jumpy.

Dog is getting better. Appetite and all else except for steadiness on her legs. It's a bit fun to watch her shake off the rain and she still takes sharp turns around corners her butt sometimes can't quite clear. Everyone needs a smile then and again, eh?

And the weather looks clear for the foreseeable future.

Check.

Yep, still good to go.

Pretty much packed. Bringing enough coffee as presents that TSA is sure to pull me aside, so I'm going to the airport extra early.

Just need to mow the lawn tomorrow and pick up a few things I've left laying around.

So, when did I start the countdown? Not including the aborted one? Who knows? But it's begun.

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Have a new essay up. I'm glad it's out of the way but I'm afraid, dear readers, that there are aspects to it that those who have a minor in English will have problems with.

You know who you are and I'm going to be in your neck of the woods. Twice.