Before and after our sojourn to the festival we worked. Worked on packing, worked on details. Today I spent nearly five hours on the phone, prepping for calls, coordinating carpets and linens and photographers and EZPass tags. Jenelle was at it, too, working food and dance lessons. It's like some great organizational Shel Silverstein poem exploded into our lives over the past few days. Questions lead to more questions, but there is no questioning that doing laundry and purging rooms and closests a) take time and b) can be checked off lists with some finality. To summarize: the reality of an upcoming wedding, an unfinished house with unfinished financing, and an ever-shortening window of time to deal with all three is setting in.