Two and a half weeks until the wedding!! Am I worrying about the wedding? the honeymoon? the move? the whole 'starting a new life in a new place' thing? No. I'm worrying about placement auditions for S*M*U's orchestra.
They will be held a week after Brad and I move, and I am thinking maybe I ought to be working on the music, even though I had promised myself a practice-free month before the wedding. Obviously the nagging practice guilt has not motivated me very far since it hit a couple of days ago:
In other news, I am still holding out hope that my baby garden is going to produce before we have to leave! I am just sure my morning glories are going to start to bloom any day now and that my brave little green tomatoes are going to ripen at any moment. Maybe.