As promised, I did indeed get married, about 18 hours after last posting here. Like many weddings, ours didn't go entirely as planned. As late as the day before, the weather prognosticators were still predicting no rain. As it turned out, it did rain. Not so much by the afternoon, but plenty in the morning, and enough to throw us to plan B. It being Seattle, we of course had a large tent ready, with a fallback procedure for moving the ceremony and/or the dinner underneath it. But plan B was not nearly so fleshed out as plan A was, so on wedding day, when Ericka and I delegated planning authority to our various surrogates that we might assume the roles of bride and groom, there was some improvisation -- in one case (the failure of the dancing portion of the day to materialize) to my bride's dismay. But on the whole it was beautiful, and successful in all its essentials.

Since then we've been asked what married life is like, and we're not sure we've had a chance to even find out yet. In the eight weeks since returning from the honeymoon, our life has been a string of consecutive crises. Although I don't hide my personal life here, neither is it my vision of this blog to be a personal diary (I have other avenues for that), so I won't spell it all out -- but it included two parents in the hospital (separately) and being obliged to move yet again (the third time in a year). In between there were other minor crises -- somewhere in there my car died -- not to mention trying to get caught up at our jobs and our household after putting them aside for a few weeks for the wedding and honeymoon.

Ericka keeps alluding to the day when our life will "return to normal", but after a few months of this I have to wonder on what we base our definition of normalcy. Life does seem a little calmer right now ... but we've been teased by such a feeling before, only to be hit by the next wave. We're moved now, but only about half unpacked, and the house is still missing various bits of fixing up that the landlord was supposed to have done two weeks ago. The usual post-wedding tasks (announcements, thank you notes, pictures) have barely even been thought about much less done.

It probably would not be true to say that I have spare time for blogging again, but one of the things I learned during the similarly busy and chaotic pre-wedding period is that writing Benzene tends to soothe me when I'm stressed, so for that reason I've decided to try to resume my pursuit of the goal of posting at least once a week.

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