Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand…

Whose wine? What wine? When the—

No, that’s not it at all. Reboot.

Went to bed sometime between 1 and 1:30 a.m. this morning. Woke up a little after 7 a.m. because:

• there’s a logistical flaw in the special entertainment!
  
• I need to make a list of everyone to thank in Closing Court!
  
• why is “Only the Good Die Young” stuck in my head?!*
  

I know it’s all going to go smashingly; all that’s left to do is final prep, and there are ton of amazing and wonderful people coming who are going to pitch in and make the event a success. I’m already salivating over the feast menu (running an Italian-themed event is one of the smarter things I’ve done!). The weather is going to be lovely.

But first I have a million tiny details to iron out…

::dashes off::

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*Because it came up on Morgana’s iPod rotation the other day when we were sewing. Thank the gods I have an explanation for this one.

Edited to clarify: I'm not running an Italian-themed feast, I'm running an Italian-themed event. Sheez. This is what sleep dep does to me!