Seven days…

Seven days. Seven days.

No, this post has nothing to do with killer videotapes or ominous phone calls from dead little girls.

At this time (11a or so) in seven days, I will be on a plane (actually, probably on a layover) on my way to see T. We talked about this three months ago. Seems to have taken forever to get here, but, here it is. Seven days…one hundred sixty-eight hours…ten thousand eighty minutes…six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds…OK, I think you get the point.