Whispers in the Windstorm

...but it is both a day and A Night To Remember.

( The Night Before: Pre-Flight Checkup )

( Sunday Morning: Hey, How Come I'm Not Frantic? )

( Therapy 101: Try Not To Pace The ENTIRE Time )

( Mawwiage: That Bwessed Awwangement )

( The Endurance of the Ages: Whaddaya Mean You're Adding a Picture? )

( Actual Useful Information! )

( Didn't We Just HAVE the Main Event?: Reception Pre-Work )

( Hey, I Remember Sitting Down!: Reception Afoot )

( And That's A Wrap )

( The Day After: Pancake Abduction )

I'm gonna bring this entry to a close now, as it's rather long (I've taken at least one laydown break, as the chair I'm in now has no backrest). Later entries will probably link to a few notable pictures as they emerge from individual cameras, and certainly some addenda (as neither of our memories has proven utterly reliable, even as they've been averaged out between the two of us, with me stealing her once-eidetic faculties.) So I write this entry to a close knowing full well that...

Well, it'll never close. Our journey together, as both just the union of Myra and myself and all of our family and friends as a community, has only just begun.

Eat Snacky Smores - and be blessed in your happiness thereto and forever after.

I know what you people are saying. "Jeff, go to sleep, you moron." Fools you are. :) "Rest is for the weary, SLEEP is for the dead."

Things are pretty organized - just snaring last-minute details. Wrapping a few presents for the wedding staff, grabbing a few CDS for the reception/open house and the like. Been listening to Pink's Stupid Girls a lot tonight - GOOD song. (Making me wonder about the reciprocal polarization of the intelligent and the fashionable as cross-factors to the increasing class divisions in US society.) Didn't much care for the last Pink album, but I'll pick this new one up when it comes out. Everyone else here is pretty much asleep, which means I can't print handouts and will have some problems getting tape downstairs - but such is the life of the Nocturne.

I'm officially moving into the apartment tomorrow. I still have TONS to do here at the folks' house - but now it'll be sleeping at the apartment regularly and maybe taking a night here when I'm dealing with packing/moving stuff and, later, dissipating my collection of most CCGs. (Only the fate of LOTR is undecided.) Myra and I decided to ditch landline service, so my phone number is now permanently my cell number.

Schedule for the next week:

Monday: Rejuvenation
Tuesday: [Classified]
Wednesday: Star Wars at Brian's
Thursday: Board Games at Rich/Noel's
Friday: Board Games Auction at GP (possible)
Saturday: RPG Auction at GP (possible)
Sunday: Re-Rejuvenate :)

But it's all good. Better than good, actually.

Eat Snacky Smores - on this, the day of my wedding. (And no, I'm still gonna think if you ask me for a favor today.)

(Oh, and mad props to Brian for loaning me a nicely Brit-looking cane for today - and maybe beyond.)

I did three laps around the therapy table (think of a square with the length of a pool table) with two canes! And one of those laps was with single-point canes! (Rather than ones with four toes on the foot.)

Wheeeeee! :D

And the therapist didn't even suspect that I'm on three hours of sleep. :D

( Thursday: I went to Michigan and it was okay )

( Friday-it-flies day )

( Saturday: Cue the rather sad violin music )

I'll cover the rest of the week sooner or later - but this is rather long enough. (And, I've been outshining the extemporaneous writing capabilities of many of my online peers, IMHO (and Noel's, too, I might add). So it's been a busy day. :D )

Eat Snacky Smores - now in limited-edition Holiday Plum Surprise flavor!

October 6th, 2004.

I've been writing this LJ for a year and a day.

Go me!