This morning, a few minutes before 7, a lady that I know who works on the same floor as I do gets in the elevator and we talk about our weekends and how it’s a Monday and “Is it Friday yet?” and then she talks about her retirement planned in 12 years. And as we step out of the elevator, I counted and I am 21 years away.
That’s a lot of Monday mornings to still endure!
Blah.
Till then…
Thanks for reminding me! Ugh.