Panic is setting in.

I'm getting married in 65 days.  I don't have anything done.  A draft of our handfasting ceremony, vague ideas about color and what sort of dress I hate, a few fading images of what our invitations might look like and an idea about food.

Wow. I have a lot to get done.

My stomach just fell completely out of my body and onto the floor.  This is gonna fly by isn't it?