345 days...

man. you have a wierd way of counting. thank you. thank you very much. Now i still want to go home and in just a couple of months we will be bodily scanned and herded inside a giant metal cigar with wings and a pair of bleary eyed, but chipper pilots, wonder what their drug of choice is?, and hours later will land at the capitol of the golden state. Our first expedition of the future. Now, the original plan may be modified and our points of interest are flexible.staytuned...