I had spoken a few weeks ago about counting change. My final count was... (drumroll please) one thousand, three hundred and twenty one dollars! It wound up paying for the trip to Boston and there being money left over (to pay for the airfare for the Key West trip). I hated the fact that the jars I keep the coins in were now empty. There was always something reassuring about those jars being filled with change. Emergency money if you will. So, I start right in again trying to fill them up.