we wake and then we fall

Our long long weekend is over, and we must go back to work. How much do I not want to go. Alan is still sleeping, a side effect of vodka and Half Life. I'm picking up the leftover glasses around the house. It's still mostly clean in here. It would be nice if it stayed that way a little longer.

Rach will be here in nine days. Neat. Now if I can figure out where we shall all sleep, and keep the apartment semi-clean. I am thinking I will drag her to the big Tree of Lights in Zilker, just because. Surely it will be on by then, as I can't remember when they do flip the switch. But anyhow, I like spinning around under the tree.

So strange it is already December. I must be old for time to go so fast. In two weeks I'm getting married and that's just a bit weird. Honestly, it doesn't seem real. But I think almost everyone has their costumes fitted and altered, and we all have shoes now. Joan said she will bring mini quiches, which I think is good. Mini quiche! Something to look forward to that I don't feel the need to worry about. I worry about everything else.

If this journal sounds disjointed and dislocated, I think it means only that my head is overfull of disparate thoughts.