C'mon now

This morning as I was riding the elevator up to my floor, a man in a suit got on and stood in front of me. Chances are that he is some sort of clinician. Half of his tie was over his shoulder - the skinny part, not the fat part that usually hides the skinny part. Now, I would assume this guy can afford a decent wardrobe. I'm not asking for anything fancy, but at least decent and in good working order. The back of his tie was coming apart.

And he chose to hold it together with Scotch tape and a small safety pin.

This is what he was displaying over his shoulder. And this is the kind of person who would look me up and down and make a comment about how I "must" be in research because I was wearing jeans.

Coming clean

If word hasn't reached you already, I'll make it an official announcement: F and I have decided to push the wedding plans back at least a year. There are lots of reasons, some of them lame (e.g. I still can't muster up any enthusiasm for planning, we had a busy summer, blah, blah, blah) and others quite good (e.g. we've had quite a bit of, well, "upheaval" and we're focusing on that right now). I feel better about having more time. I just can't let that turn into "more time to procrastinate."