61 days.

 I don't know if I want time to go faster or slower.  On one hand, I can't wait to be married.  To fall asleep and to wake up with my man beside me.  To brew coffee and talk after breakfast (or dinner, since the odds of me getting up to afford breakfast is like slim to none).  To watch TV and maybe fight over the remote control.  To make a mess because I have way too much clothes and shoes.  I know we'll argue.  But getting thru those things makes life more fun, and makes us better at being "us".

On the other hand, I can't help but think we don't have enough time for the wedding preps.  The bridezilla has awakened, as Chips would imply.  One minute we thought that we had all the time, and now my brain is in a panic of counting how many weekends we have left, and when I could possibly take a leave this month to get the papers done.

Okay.  I'll try not to think about what needs to be done.  So I'll just focus on looking forward to Palawan.  And that's 66 days until we see the beach again.