It's been a day of 'brain skippies' for me, where I have every good intention to accomplish something in full, only to be thwarted by my own rambling mind. I'm remembering only most of what I'm intending to remember. Case in point:
"Did you call the church and check on the payment for the officiant?"
"I called the church. I forgot to ask that part."
(Now that's not a big deal - forgetting to ask one part of a multiple-parted question. However, my brain is skipping some steps on more autonomic things.)
I remove my meter from the case, lance my fingertip, apply blood to the strip, wait for result, remove strip, rezip case, put meter away.
Then I realize, about five minutes later, that I did not look at the result. So I have to bust out the meter again and scroll back through the memory.
I've been sitting here, at my desk, with headphones on for the last 20 minutes. Yet I forgot to put the music on. So I'm just hanging out with the earbuds in, like teeny decorative earmuffs. I do this all the damn time. I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with me.
Bit silly there, eh? I can't imagine what the inside of my brain looks like right now. Monkeys wearing wedding gowns, typing furiously on ancient Smith Coronas? With the wedding only five days away and the to-do lists not short enough these days, I'm starting to get a little mixed up and tangled in my tasks.
However, we did settle on a first dance song - The Luckiest, by Ben Folds. It's pretty, it's plain, and it means something to both of us. My dress is completely pressed and lovely and waiting at my mother's house for me, complete with perfected pump pocket. And we've just finished up all the bridal party gifts (I'll disclose those after the wedding - don't want to spoil the surprise!). We're almost ready for this big day. I can't believe it!!