Another 48 Hours

After months of planning and preparation, D-Day is nearly upon us. I have spent the last several days going over and over the details of my plan. Everything appears to be (mostly) in order. I don't think I've worked this hard at something since I took AP U.S. History in high school (I definitely wasn't this diligent in college).

By nature I am not a paranoid person, but I have been slowly losing my mind over the last week or so worrying about ruining the surprise. I feel like I'm in an episode of 24 - I trust no one. I look over my shoulder at work. I speak in hushed tones around the apartment, even if I know Hilary is all the way across town. I am half convinced she is waking up early every morning to turn the apartment upside down in an attempt to find her personal afikomen (too bad Hil, the ring is at my sister's!).

Still, as far as I can tell, she is in the dark. If I can keep it that way for roughly 36 more hours, I will be a happy man.

There is one dark cloud on this otherwise sunny horizon - and unfortunately, I mean that literally.

All along, the biggest obstacle in the path to my preferred method of proposal has been the threat of inclement weather. I have been monitoring the situation all week, and the prognosis seems to be getting worse by the day. Right now it lists a 40% chance of thunderstorms for 7 p.m. Thursday night. An optimist might say that means there is a 60% chance it won't rain, but I guarantee you that optimist is not planning an engagement that day.

I am willing to risk the rain, but if it's looking bad and Hilary is on her way home, I am going to have to make a decision but quick whether or not to abort the mission and opt for Plan B.

This will be a great test of my friends' theory that "everything works out for Micah". I would say a rainout would do serious damage to their argument's validity.

In this case, I'm happy for them to be right.

Or, to put it another way, I'd like to see their argument hold water by holding on the water.