In hindsight, having two international trips so close together was not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. In my defense, there was no way around it. Also in my defense, I’m still suffering wicked jet lag.
Today is my eight month anniversary with Lancelot. This is very excellent. My relationship with him is the healthiest I have ever had with a man. Not trying to say it’s perfect, but the bits that aren’t amazing are the sorts of things that aren’t always amazing in any relationship. They’re also the sorts of things that can be remedied. At any rate, eight months of mostly bliss is entirely lovely.
Here are some pictures of the trip to Dubai to amuse you (I hope).