Let the Games Begin

Last night I sat in bed and I could feel my pupils enlarging with anxiety. Anxiety over what? I'm not really sure. It's Roving anxiety. I can feel it looking around, searching for something to latch onto.  Should it be the number of people at each of our 60" tables? Sure was about 30 minutes ago! Should it be where we put those 14 tables? Sure is right now.

I can feel my mind just trawling over all the little details that make up a wedding and assessing each one for it's anxiety viability. My dress, my shoes, how I'm theoretically doing this or that, the 10,000 things I wanted to do but won't for lack of time. It's a fantastic little game and I have a feeling it will grow in intensity right up until Aug 13th.

Oh yay.

TWO MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why yes, there was an absolute panic last night as I tried to fall asleep. We're deep in a work project and have been putting in 10 hour days on both the weekends and the weekdays for the last 5 days so my list of "things I haven't yet done" collides into my list of, "oh my God the house is trashed" and "when do I get to exercise again?"

Those aren't really lists, but yeah. Yeah.

So I'm pushing it all out of my mind for 2 more days and when work has subsided, I will put my nose to the ground? the stone? Wherever noses go to get major shit done before diving into another week of 10-12 hour work days right before marriage.

So, all who read this, please forgive me for taking a bit longer to get back to emails. I think we're entering home stretch territory.