off to the races

despite my most fervent hope, i didn't wake up this morning and find that the cancelled settlement was all a bad dream. on the other hand, i did wake up to find Beloved in a much more sanguine state of mind. i need the beach, he said, at some point.

and believe me, so do i.

but first, we race. or, rather, we cheer, for Mother Superior and her dragon-boat team of breast-cancer survivors, the Machestic (get it?) Dragons. in just an hour or so, Beloved and i are wending our way to the hartford riverfront where we'll meet up with my sister.

before we leave, i have cakes to make... two of them.

and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.