36 days left. I actually didn’t know it was that many until I counted them. I’ve already started to plot the purging of the crap that we will be lugging back to Florida. In reality I would like to donate all my clothes and shoes except what’s on my back and fly home. This should tell you how much I hate the backpacks now. I’m sure I’ll have this discussion with you again inside of 36 days. Beth, John and little Allie will be here Saturday via Copenhagen. I guess we better stock up on the ice cream.