Three months, that is... (roughly) until Mrs. Page hangs up her headset after 25 years on the boards and joins me in the world of "no more vectors."
She works at ZTL and picked this up from a co-worker there yesterday:
Not coincidentally, the display shows the same thing as the countdown clock on the nightstand that has been there for the past THREE years.
When she's through, we will pack ourselves and the kids up and head east. By the time her actual date rolls around, we should be in Rome. From there, we'll keep going east until we get back to Atlanta.