Today is one of those days when I woke up, lay there in bed, and told Geoff, repeatedly, "I'm worried!" "About what?" he would ask. "Everything!" I would whine.

I'm better now. It's always better after I get up, get out of bed, and get moving for the day.

I have the day off today. I have a practice session scheduled for today at noon with Aggie, the hair stylist who will be doing my hair on the day of the wedding. Then at 2:40, I am going to the dentist. Is it weird that I am uncomfortably nervous about seeing the hair stylist, but I'm only excited and eager to see the dentist?