one less than three.

This final countdown is so exciting and yet the hardest I have ever embarked on. Never in my life have I had so much to do and so little time to do it in. There is no method to my madness; only madness to my method. I feel alone because I have to be in order to get my work accomplished.

My saving grace: 59 hours to go and I may melt into the headrest provided in the airplane, until I touchdown in Seattle.

I was once saying, "come quickly, December 17!" But now I feel I need more time. This is my exhaustion speaking; I will be coming home that day, no matter what!

Philippians 4:13 is my motto.