60 days to go.

Let's put this into perspective... After a long Wikipedia search I could not find a war or conflict that lasted for 60 days, there were so many too! Not that I'm trying to define the next 60 days of my life as something tumultuous... 

Sidenote: Waboose is sleeping in my lap and her dreaming twitches totally match the beat to the Girl Talk song (No Pause) I'm listening to right now... Awesome taste in beats, kitty! I can only imagine what that dream consisted of. Speaking of which, note to self: I think the dream dictionary is a must pack! 

...Quite the contrary thanks to two contacts I've been connected with, this is really going to be an awesome experience with a relatively smooth transition. You can't see it but my fingers are crossed? 

Another monumental event: I have starting packing up things to get RID of, and so far I am up to six boxes....SIX!  The pack rat in me cries with each (currently) useless frame, book I swore would be read in the near future, fantastic piece of fabric, oversized t-shirt requiring badass altering, deteriorating jeans that with just one provocative patch could become my next favorite conversation piece... All of these items that held so much potential when there was time. Now I am confined to 60 days, which means only Christmas present crafts are being completed; everything else is being donated to another's just cause. 

On top of everything, this leaves only 60 days to say goodbye. I don't think there are a phenomenal amount of people on my list, and who really knows how long I will be gone, but there is never enough time to say goodbye. 

...I FOUND CHUCK PALAHNIUK ON AUDIO!!!! SWEET! This is awesome, and is bringing my downloading obsession close to the end, i think... Unless something else fabulous pops into my head... Anything?...

Recap: 

60 days til my flight

9 days to finish course online

24 days to create enough presents to put a dent in my craft piles and free up milk crates for books, etc.

30 days to come up with a resolution...

19 days left to work, therefore 19 days left to save.

14 days til the start of Christmas parties...oh yummy.

17 days to bake and mail the Christmas oatmeal cookies and bourbon balls tins...EEK.

At least it seems like after the New Year I can relax and only focus on filling my bags with all the necessary goodies any international traveler feels they must have on hand. 

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--Professor Longhair.