Today I spent 90 minutes in a meeting in which the company strategists laid out their plans for the company’s product line for the coming year. I tried to pay attention. Really, I did. But I found my mind wandering to thoughts of driving a big rig across the country. After all, I have absolutely no intention of participating in the development of those products. I’m just puttin’ in my time. Like a convict nearing the end of a long sentence, I am counting the days until my release. Or, more accurately, I am counting weeks. The current count is 20.6. I now mentally click off another tenth of a week each day at lunch, and again when I get on the elevator to leave the office. At the end of this week the counter will have clicked down to 20 weeks. 100 days.
Maybe next week I will be counting the days.
While the count is getting low enough to get exciting, it is also increasing the pressure to get things done. That master bedroom still isn’t completely painted and I haven’t even started on the first floor. There is still a myriad of other tasks to complete. Weekends will largely be spent in New Hampshire once we get the coach moved onto the campsite – just four weeks from now! That is both exciting and scary. Where will I find the time to get all the work done if weekends are spent away from the house?
I had better get cracking… my time here is nearly up.