As I sit at my desk trying to pretend that I am busy, I count the minutes before guirigay and I arrive in Jamaica, I dream of dirty bananas, rum and tongs, Jamaican martinis, belly flop competitions (guirigay will look amazing or amazingly silly), boardie bash, and dreaming of meeting the so many wonderful people who have touch mine and guirigay's lives since being a part of the board.
I have lost all my ability to concentrate on work, I am tired of the Michigan cold. I want to be busy dreaming of the one place that has warmed my body, heart, and sole. I count, I count some more.
It is 74 hours before I will be back in Jamaica...it's is 4,440 minutes to long.