Yesterday, much champagne and many candles, purchased.
Last night, a lovely dinner and drinks with exceptional women, to celebrate Heather's impending nuptials.
Goblin prowls the sunbeams as I finish up my recipe sheet and the shopping list. I'll shortly head out to the farmer's market, Sur La Table, the flower market, and the chocolate shop.
Then I'll finish up the final timeline and chore list, call my sous chefs, and dive on in. I'll likely see you again on the other side of this wedding. I'm feeling strangely calm before the storm of activity.
My knee hurts.
I just had the most terrifying commute I've had in years.
My carpool was seriously late without notice, and I ditched them too late, so I missed an important meeting with a VP.
Work is Really, Really Hard right now.
My bedroom flooded this morning.
My package is on its way to being delivered by FedEx to 16 Hill Street, and I have no idea if i'm going to be able to get it, or if it will be rejected.
My to-do list is a mile long.
This is probably one of those days where my coworkers shouldn't be trying my patience. I might snap. Can I go back to bed, please? I think that's where my cat is.
Mr. McKean knows the scene - and Apple interviewed him about it.
This morning, I carefully pulled three tulips out of the big vase, and put them in a small vase with a little bit of water to take to work. I thought to myself that I could very much use a small bit of color and love from my deadly tulips at work this week. I held the small vase between my legs in the backseat of Raj's car for the whole drive to Apple, so that the stems wouldn't crush. I took good care of them.
Until we arrived at Apple, and I set the vase on the trunk of the car so that I could retrieve my jacket. I watched them for a moment, noting that it was windy. But they looked ok, so I turned around to grab my jacket. And turned back to find them on the ground, stems snapped cleanly a few inches below each of the blossoms.
I do so hope this isn't a preview of the rest of my day.
Andy, I'm so proud of you. This is SO fantastic, and i'm tickled for you. You've worked really hard for it - and you deserve it.
My excitement for you is currently only dwarfed by the last few pages of this wonderful book of yours...
I can't wait to see you next Thursday.
(YOU ARE IN THE PAPER IN YOUR FRIDGE!!)