The air is a crisp twenty degrees and the dawn is dark. The moon in the roving clouds looks like a painting. This is the perfect morning for lingering with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm muffin.
But here I am in the sterile and stark office of my day job.
In one thousand eighty-four days I will be lingering with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm muffin on a cold morning like today.
For now I’m just dreaming of the day I can retire.
Auntie B's Wax 
And the countdown is on! I’m ready for retirement, too. Unfortunately, I’m looking at 2,093 days. Sigh!
I’m lucky enough to be able to retire early. I got in the door at my government job before they abolished the Rule of 90, so my age and years of service have to equal 90. Hopefully my checkbook says I can retire that early too!
Hang in there, Cindy!