Phew!

It seems so easy to fall out of a habit. Then it is hard to get back into the habit. If only bad habits didn't work the other way around.

It's Wednesday, and we have about 10 days til W-Day. All of a sudden my best hopes of a stress-free organisation of our wedding seem pie-in-the-sky. I was busy thinking about Friday night/Saturday logistics while riding to work the other morning, and I suddenly realised that I was going past the junction with the A167. Did I just pass the petrol garage? OH MY GOD I just drove past the petrol station. Please God let me make it to the next garage, I really don't want to have to push this bike 5 miles to the next town.

Reminder to self: fill the car up with petrol on Friday morning to prevent this happening on Saturday.

This weekend doesn't seem to exist. The only Friday, Saturday and Sunday in my near future are the ones of the wedding weekend. Luckily, work is even slower than normal. I spent a good portion of day making a super-detailed packing list so I don't forget anything when we leave home on Friday.

Reminder to self: put board games on the packing list.

I did manage to notice the beautiful sunset as I drove home tonight, and dragged himself out up the hill for a walk and a chance to watch the sky change. Then we came home to the cajun wraps he had cooked, and we are now deciding on our music for the ceremony.

Would it be so awful if we kicked out 'here comes the bride' in favour of 'smack my bitch up'?  Does 'closer' by NIN count as religious? Would our friends perform their excellent version of 'fuck her gently' once the grandparents have retired for the night?

Reminder to self: look again on ebay for hungry hippos game.

Anyway, the point is, I did make it to the petrol station without having to push the bike. Phew!