on the eve

Tomorrow, my classes officially start, although I have been obsessively checking Blackboard for the syllabi since I returned home from the on-campus orientation so there is no big reveal. We are sampling the white wine that will be served at our wedding reception which is in six weeks AAAAAHHHHH. Maybe we have had a little wine while waiting for the super homemade meatloaf to bake and the new potatoes to roast. FunkyPlaid is assembling and stuffing invitations. I am trying not to think of the million ways I can screw up my graduate school career. Because, you know, I am a positive thinker like that. Thanks for all of your votes of confidence. They are even more uplifting than this wine. But not by much!