So this is how my regular day goes:
I wake up at 7:30, hit snooze a couple times. And then really wake up about 8:15. I grouchily seek tea or dash out the front door after some basic grooming like a scalded cat.
After a day focused on my thesis (with vendor calls in between), I am sometimes lucky enough to get a couple hours or a lunch with my most awesome fiancé. Who, by the way is an active participant in th planning process. Biggest task? Keep me sane and away from Vegas.
We joke that Vegas is in his living room (where the marriage license is), and Nevada is a short drive away and has a conveniently placed courthouse (it's a town less than an hour away).
Both of us would regret that, but when you sweat the small stuff, it's very satisfying to imagine flushing the whole experience.
After that short mental interlude, we go right back into planning our glorious hybrid •Indian+American wedding.
(Note the dot, not the feather).
Then I totter home and start wedding planning or job hunting, and before I know it, it's 4:15am.
And I tell myself I'll accomplish one last thing.
The next morning, I push snooze at 7:30, and grumble. I'm not a morning person.