There are only 105 minutes left in my workday. By the time I finish this post there will be less than that, but I started at 105 minutes.
The day is creeping by slowly, and the last hour or so has seemed to move even slower than the beginning of this torturous day. It’s not that I have big plans or anything for the next four days, it’s just the thought that I have a whole four days off work, two of which I’ll be getting paid for. Sweet.
I thought I could occupy my brain by thinking of things I’d rather be doing for the next 105 minutes. So, here’s my list of 105 things…just kidding. There won’t be that many, but I bet I could think of that many.
I’d rather be talking to my grandfather. He’s been gone eighteen years, and it’s amazing to me how often I still think of him, or how often his name passes my lips.
I’d rather be holding my children. (more…)
