I have roughly nine (!) working days before I go on leave. Two weekends before the wedding. And just less than three weeks before the actual day.
It feels like yesterday when there was thirty days left. Now suddenly, this. Hits you like a ton of bricks. Not a bad realisation per se, but still, that feeling in the pit of your stomach…
That feeling of being excited, yet nervous. The to-do list that never gets touched. The small things you kind of forgot about, and now have to scurry around to find. Those small things ALL the lists failed you on.
Cue slight panic, yet excitement. So many things happening in the pipeline, apart from the wedding, that I can’t really say anything about, yet. Soon. Real soon. I hope.
In the interim, this is mildly entertaining, and catchy.
That and cats in shark suits. And cat videos in general.