The threes before me are all things I can babble over. Three chapters to write, three days to write them in. Three more weekdays til school starts and brings the hope of a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils and the sadness of a summer more fleeting than summer has a right to be. Three weeks to get things in order and on track. Three people to make plans with. It's not a bad number, it just depends on how you look at it.