Eek! We’re away tomorrow – married a week today. I stop by my friend’s for a coffee and to drop off my dress, which she’s driving to the destination for me. I stay for an hour and a half, just to calm the fuck down. It is good.
I resist the temptation to eat my pill while I’m still in bed, instead allowing myself one slam of the snooze button (one gentle swipe of the screen, actually, but modern technology isn’t so pleasingly demonstrative) before lurching downstairs.
I find it very hard to get it through my head that, no, I won’t “finish this bit off tomorrow”*. I’ve always had a bit of an issue coming to terms with things ending. This might be the longest thing that I have ended.