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Do you ever count days?

I do.  But I think I am more likely to count minutes.

When I count days it’s usually waiting for something to end.

Like waiting for the workweek to end.

I am always counting minutes.

Minutes until I have to leave for work.

Minutes until I will be late.  I really hate being late. 

Minutes until I can eat lunch (I make myself wait until at least noon).

Minutes until class ends.

Minutes until I finish running.

I am always counting minutes.

Chase, my brother, he counts days.

But he is not counting for something to end.

He is counting the number of days he has been sober.

It’s 43 today.

I am so proud of him.

I think I should start counting days with him and stop counting things that don't really matter in life.

What are you counting?

C H A S E

This weekend my brother Chase was here. We picked him up Monday in Chicago on our way home and he drove back to Rochester with us. We had lots of fun with Chase and we were very sad to see him leave yesterday, we already miss him.

While Chase was here we went to Wabasha and had a picnic, went on a hike, went to Oxbow Zoo, explored Mayo, went to the Plummer House, went to Punch (I love punch), went to Brasa, went to the Mall of America and played miniature golf. We had loads of fun.

Chase and I went to the city of Wabasha and found this pumpkin that weighed over 1,000 pounds.

Here is Chase standing in front of St. Paul's Cathedral. The Cathedral is amazing and beautiful.

This is the only picture we took the entire time with the three of us. Can you tell Mitch is holding the camera?

Thanks for coming Chase, we loved having you here!