Dwelling in Probabilities

you're at your partner's art opening at the Minnesota Center for Bookarts talking to her artist buddies and the next thing you know, you're committing to going down to Iowa later on this summer to get yourself married? Last night was like that. Folks lined up two deep to be in the wedding party and to officiate and throw parties and roadtrip down when we decide on a timeline.
And it looks like we're going to do it.
More on that when I don't have the tail end of an eyeball-melting migraine and it all seems less surreal.