My left hand does, anyway. Feels too heavy, kinda off. Must be this wedding ring I’m wearing.

Yes, the Soon-to-be-Mrs. is now just the Mrs. and I’m trying to get used to having a heavy chunk of metal on my finger all day long. It kind of feels like if you wrap a Band-Aid around your knuckle too tightly and can’t bend your finger properly because of it. It’s a near-constant distraction that my mind is always peripherally aware of. I find myself messing with it all day long, taking it off, twirling it around. My brother, who apparently went through the same thing, likened it to putting a collar on a cat, which if you’ve never done, can be quite amusing as long as you stay out the kitty’s reach.

I’m sure I’ll get used to it in time and pretty soon it’ll be like I’m not wearing it at all. But until then, I guess I’ll just keep drifting left and bouncing off the wall.

What? I said it was heavy.