In 66 days, I will no longer be formally employed.
In 74 days (+/- 3 days) all our belongings will be packed up and shipped to another state, about as far south as you can go. The dogs are aware that something is happening; Frank is slightly nervous and slinks away whenever he sees another box come off the pile.
The rubbish bin overflows, the mind boggles and there is a slight sense of panic hovering in the back of my brain.
Serious consideration is being given to the cancelling of newspapers.