The countdown is on.
Of course, in some ways the countdown has been on for nineteen years or so, but now we're really coming into the final days of The Countdown.
Son-One leaves for college on Friday.
It doesn't seem really possible to me since I just dropped him off for kindergarten a week or so ago. I know all those "my how time flies" sentiments are cliche, but I believe they're cliches for a reason...they're universal emotions--and they kick you in the gut, no matter how prepared you are, no matter how many people you know who've been kicked in the gut before you.
You can see it coming but you can't get out of the way.
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