Day 5 August 11 2001

A day of racing clouds and events. The sky has been grey all day and the clouds have sped across the sky as though pursued. Rehearsal day. One day before the wedding. The clouds began to mist even as we walked out to begin the rehearsal. It was a beautiful, misty rain that hugged the ground and cast a fine spray in your face, as though you're standing on the prow of a ship. But beautiful as rain may be we can't hold the wedding in it. So we moved inside. Low slung oaken beams and stone wall will most likely frame our marriage vows.
The rehearsal went as smoothly as possible I suppose but my place isn't in the spotlight. I am disappointed in the vows that I have written, I wanted a spartan simplicity, an elegance that speaks of clean lines and clear purpose and yet they feel full of trifles, ornaments that serve no purpose.
I find writing today difficult, as thought the effort to write vows has drained my creativity whilst the rehearsal dinner and the expectations of the guests has drained me of my will. I cannot help but wonder where my enthusiasm has gone.

The enthusiasm has gone to nausea. The Guinness and the rack of lamb that we had at the rehearsal dinner did not agree with me as much as I would have liked. Even as I write the world went into a strange little dance.

I am writing now much later with the ill effects gone. The food in Britain, while not fundamentally different, is richer than at home. The lamb I ate was more fat than meat and difficult to choke down, The Guinness was more like coffee than lager and a single pint was enough.

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