And the countdown begins…

92 days.

I think that will be the deadline. Real or imagined. Forced or self-imposed.

92 days to figure out where I’m going to be living and where I’m going to be working.

92 is a nice, round number. I think it’s doable. If it’s not, then that means I finally lose. I’m not a good loser though so chances are 92 it’s going to be.

Here we go….