Since I was a wee one, I've counted the time until something cool happens in "get-ups". Not days, get-ups. As in, how many times will the alarm ring before I get a treat? If there are two weeks until I leave for Disney World, there are really only 10 get-ups, unless I have something I need to get up early for on Saturday or Sunday. See? Get-ups make the time seem closer.
There are only two get-ups until my Tucson family comes to visit. I already got up today, so it doesn't count, and I won't set an alarm for Saturday, I will probably just roll out of bed when the doorbell rings to tell me they're here!
I explained to the cats last night that we were expecting company. I don't think they really give a damn. Benld basically looked confused (although it's hard to tell; he never looks particularly wise) and went back to sleep - see illustration. And yes, he sleeps with a pillow. Josie, mystified as to why all the linens at Chez Mags were getting washed, seemed to think she was getting her own apartment in my cedar chest. I contemplated closing the lid, but thought better of it.
So in just two more get-ups, I get to see one of my favorite branches of the family. I can't wait to see them, to hug the adult-like ones, and to squeeze the baby-like one, to wake up on Sunday morning and have coffee with two of my favorite people in the world. Oh, that reminds me. Need to get cinnamon rolls.