When the magical “R” day began coming into view at 18 months out, I started marking off the 26th of each month as a countdown.

Celebration "Daze" are in view, 50 Mondays from now. (Not counting holidaze).

Celebration “Daze” are in view, 50 Mondays from now. (Not counting holidaze).

As today’s wretched Monday groans through the workday morning hours, I decided to take a break and count how many Mondays to mark off between now and that day of anticipation just over a year from now. The result: not counting holidays, the magic number of Mondays remaining until Monday becomes irrelevant is 50.

What a strong, even number! 50 too many, on one hand, but given the alternative that it could be 51 or more, that shimmering 50 glistens with the hope of a not-too-distant reality when the weekly despair of Monday is supplanted by the mind, body, and soul freedom of Fridays forever.

So the countdown marches forward: First months, now weeks. Next to come: days, and then hours!

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