So, I am making my way through my 1,049 unread emails, the cost of extending a two-week vacation to three, when I notice something catch the light. It wasn’t the vanity mirror I set up next to the phone, the one I use to require myself to smile in phone conversations.
There’s a star on my finger.
I am engaged. I should really enjoy this because this will not last long. Because, just in case it’s still not obvious, I cannot wait to be a wife to Le Beau.
Enjoy your weekend, everyone. Hope the new year is treating you right, too.