Still lactose intolerant

I left writer's group early because, in spite of what they told me at the deli, there WAS cheese on my sandwich.

I got some nice photos yesterday on the way to work. A trickle of sunlight pours into the leaves above a wet sidewalk.


I stood and stared at this for a while so I could remember, in February, what a blue sky looks like.


Our dogwood tree is putting on some fancy color this year. Very dressy.


Our trip to Oz for my birthday is still rather up in the air - as it were- because Quantas doesn't have any seats available that week. Four and a half months in advance, and they're booked up. I'm still not managing to wrap my head around it. So DH has miraculously finagled a flight to Australia via Hong Kong. It adds a few extra dollars and a few extra miles,and several extra hours, and instead of doing the Sydney bridge climb on my birthday, we will be transferring from one airplane to another in the Hong Kong airport. Poor DH was fighting with this most of the morning, and when I got home he said, "Well, how does Hong Kong sound to you?" I pretty much fell apart. "I don't WANT to go to hong Kong. I have NEVER wanted to go to Hong Kong! If we can't go to Australia, I want to stay home!" It took a few minutes for me to realize that we were still going to Australia, only via Hong Kong. I didn't give him anywhere near the appropriate appreciation for his hard work, and I don't know if I can fix it. The only thing I can do is just enjoy the hell out of it all, and share my joy with him. We will be flying Cathay Airlines. It looks pretty plush. I am not worthy. But, what the hell - if I have to do it, I may as well do it with gusto!