Nine days and six hours if you want to get technical. But since it means 10 days of waking to the alarm at 0530 I count it as 10 full days. I can't wait. I can taste the freedom already. I can hear myself crying poverty within a year, but what the hell. And how about that Shirley Jones?
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I'm sure you heard old Babs Billingsley died a couple of weeks ago. It's still not too late for a tribute.
10 . . . 9 . . . and it's not long now!
I was at B'con when I got the sad news about Mrs. Cleaver. I was devastated, of course.
Pretty soon I'll be counting the hours, Bill. 96, come to think of it.
For me it's thirty days. Shall we meet for a celebration. Online at least.
Sure, Patti. Drinks are on me.
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