Today is November 15th. Exactly, almost to the hour, one month until Tom arrives. And the unfortunate part - we've gotten into a horrible fight and I can't make up my mind whether to end it or not. I'm not sure what I'll do with him, here. Whether I'll want to touch him or hold him. But I suppose, as a hostess, I'll do fine. Sort of solves the sleeping together problem. /:
On the other hand, there's still so much work to be done. Cleaning, organizing, construction. Blargh. It's all such a mess and we haven't discussed it at all.