The remainder of the programs have just been printed, mostly to keep up with the growing guest list, but also to dilute the occurrence of the mortifying typo discovered in the first batch. Darn it all.
I have one day of work left, and all I have to pack are my bags for the road trip. Sometimes I doubted we'd ever make it this far. I remember the indefinite period, the possibly-two-years period, a year-and-a-half, a year, six months, and now we're finally down to four weeks. We're tired of living our relationship like a correspondence course. I think I can safely say this is everything I've ever wanted for Christmas.