It's so early in the day, nothing has happened for me to chronicle yet. I am abandoned to my own uninfluenced brainwave activity. This is a dodgy proposition.
The guys didn't come over this morning, so I actually was able to get some other things done. Apparantly Taylor has moves to Queen Anne, so he won't be part of the group at all anymore. I feel pleasanly productive wedding-wise. I think I should be more excited, though. I mean, that's the way normal people are suppoed to feel, right? A mounting buzz of excitement. I don't have that. I just feel good about everything. I'm totally confident that this is the right thing to do, we're doing it in the right way, the timing is great, and everything is going well. I don't have any reservations, cold feet, nervousness, pangs of anxiety, or dark premonitions of doom. It feels right. Right enough that I forget how big of a life-change it is. Right enough that it's obvious. The only thing I'm stressed about is moving. Spending the rest of my life with you is like the easy part, and selling or carting over all my stuff is what's churning my brain.
Shrug. No complaints. I'd rather be weird than spend the next three weeks as a big ball of neruoses.
-J
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