june 6, 2000.

Well. It happened. Agamemnon isn't happy with the service as it stands. I've been dreading that moment forever, and I lost it. He thought I was angry when I feel silent, when the truth is that I was crying.

But. He's calling the Preacher Lady tomorrow to work this thing out, and he told me not to worry in the meantime. So I won't. Because it either works out or it doesn't. I'll be married by day's end no matter who does what. As Bruno Walton says, never worry about what you can't avoid.