I know, I've been quiet.

Sorry 'bout that. Wedding mayhem in full swing. A dress gone astray, a need to buy shoes for the second time, a ring that gets a little later every time I ask about it, freakin' $150+ for tablecloth rental, and some other crap I can't pull to mind right now. And my dad is even going to try to learn to two-step (which means I'd better re-visit that--it didn't look that complicated, but it also didn't look that interesting, so I didn't spend much time on it).

A recent infusion of surreality (see the other journal).

And to top it off, I spent most of yesterday puking every two hours. Today, I still feel like I might, but I haven't since this morning, which constitutes an improvement. Diet has gone out the window; I'm just happy anything stays down.

It feels very strange not to be planning for Rites of Spring right now.

And RogueHistorian had a very positive interview this week, for a very promising job . . . in Plano, TX. This would be the very bottom of our desirability list as far as places he's got irons in the fire. I'm not sure we can afford to be picky in the current economy, but I think we'd both be much happier if, say, Ft. Collins or Portland came through, instead.