Back in high school, suffering through Mr. Hurst's German class, I used to make grids of 45 squares, and check one off for each minute that I got closer to escape. Sometimes I'd get distracted for a couple minutes and get the bliss that came with checking off three or four boxes at a time.
I'm feeling a bit of that now. December 28, I start vacation, one that's pretty sorely needed. It'll come after a period of four months with only one extra day off. I'm about ready to set myself on fire. And I need to budget my time off better next year, obviously.
32 days to go, if you're counting.