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.