Sixty days remaining. Sixty days left in this dry, windy, sandy, dirty, and alcohol free country. And that is the maximum time left. It might be a couple of days sooner. That thought is the first thing that improved my mood today, after spending it sluggish and down. Four hours until guard shift is over, another two after that until the new month stuff, which I will be delegating, and then bed.
I can make it another sixty days.