17 days consecutive. If I plow straight through until May 13th, my trial date, that will number 51 days consecutive. Once I get to the twenties, a day off becomes a letdown. It's not all that difficult. it would be harder, at this stage, to pretend to harbor interesting activities awaiting the arrival of free-time. May fourteenth would begin another string of fifty-one days ceasing on the mandatory empty day on 4, July. Mirroring the emptiness filling my mind when it tries to imagine what my corporeal being will be doing on that day. My Mother loved fireworks, but the vision of watching the fireworks alone doesn't serve to honor her memory.

35 out of 37 days, 94.6%.

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