Forty-Two Days To Go And A Nice Perch On The Bank

I used to think years, months and then weeks. Now, it’s days.

Not that I’m looking forward to being sixty years of age in that sense, actually it doesn’t bother me one way or the other.

What I am excited about though is the change of season that it will bring.

I’ve already got a good work-pleasure balance in my life, it’s just that the pendulum will swing even more in favour of the latter.