So what's really going on?

Last week, the stress was such that I started forgetting things. Not holes in my memory. Appointments and tasks to be done. Not alarming in a lot of individuals, but for me, a huge indication of just how bad it is. This week, I'm sick. I don't think I spent a single moment alone in public this past weekend, and nobody else is sick. Just me. More stress indicators.

Interview tomorrow. I'm hoping more will open up on the job front once the holidays have passed.

In wedding planning news, I still need to arrange a meeting regarding bar service and rentals. The bridesmaids' dresses are ordered. The update on Pete's ring is that it should be ready in February. The update on my dress is that it was delayed about a month. This is why they have you order them so far out. Of course, I've gained ten pounds since I was measured, and the stress is making them awfuly hard to take off again, so I guess I shouldn't complain. A new job would probably help with that, too.