Counting down

This week, as a school employee in a larger-than-average District, I have plenty of opportunities to learn a new thing, participate in some professional development and get ahead of the game to plan for next year.  I think that would be a good use of my time, too, but I just don’t see it happening.  I am way too distracted.  Cas and I are, instead, counting.  We are counting the days until our trip, counting the number of clean shirts we need to pack, counting the tasks we need to accomplish before we are sitting at DFW airport, waiting to get on the plane.  

Cas and I are excited, and this time, we are traveling with another couple. No worries, though, I have known one of them since high school, and I have known the other since the day I was born.  Seriously.  My big brother and his wife were married just before covid came in and snatched up their honeymoon, and Reema has always wanted to go to Italy.  When we mentioned our wish to travel to Italy this summer, we all decided to book the exact same thing.  It should be a great trip with some excellent company- hey, I’m counting on it.