My dance card is full

So much has been happening that it's hard to know where to start.
We moved. The Chef and I put our stuffed one-room apartment into brown boxes, drove 15 minutes from the river and flung everything into a two-room flat on a fourth floor. Our little penthouse is longer than it is wide, and sunlight streams into the bedroom, no matter how many curtains we hang.

Some friends are coming over for dinner on Sunday, so we'll probably spend most of Saturday unpacking and cleaning.

Also, the wedding is just a month away. Four weeks. 30 days. I am so very ready to get on the plane, hang my dress in a closet, buckle up and hold John's hand through the takeoff. Not long now!

I'll try to post more often, but honestly, I won't get back to regular blogging until after the honeymoon.

Silence is golden

I have been utterly showered with love and well wishes from all of my family and friends. The wedding is just two months away, and I've had so much fun with everyone in Jersey and Arkansas that I actually squealed my voice away.

I've been whispering for four days now, and I'm trying to shut up long enough to let my vocal chords heal. If you know me, you that "quiet" and I get along as well as The Pill and antibiotics: we just don't work together.

I'm hoping this attempted silence will work out, because I really miss being able to talk normally. The outlook is grim, though, since John just had to tell me not to read these words aloud as I type them.

Update: I went to the doctor yesterday about this, and she said, in her crotchety, no-nonsense voice, that I should not strain my voice. (!) Gee, ya think?!