And breathe...

What a difference a few days makes! No more freaking out here and I can actually breathe again. That's probably what sucks most about being stressed: I actually cannot breathe. Thank you, viscious acid reflux.

Anyways, I did well, very well on my micro test; Duane and I booked a new cruise; and the mini-scare of the weekend that Ty's tumor was growing again ended up being nothing but chemo side effects. -whew-

So the new cruise... Its one less day than the other, which isn't as fun but that's alright. We're staying in a hotel for the extra day, which is kind of fun, especially if your name is Duane and will be returning to an apartment sans AC for the summer. ha! But the ship is better, I think. It has a mini-golf course on the top. At first I thought "Gee, wouldn't it be cool if they also had a driving range and you could whack balls into the ocean?!" but then I thought of that Seinfeld where George had to save the whale and it didn't sound so cool anymore. Oh well, the ship was apparently just remodeled last year so its all shiny and new!

And after spending about an hour on the phone with Delta just a bit ago, our air travel situation is all sorted out. To make a very long and very complicated story short, their site ate my reservations, cancelled un-cancelable tickets and I talked to about 5 different people, all of whom spoke a different language as his native tongue, on my quest to transfer the reservations. -whew- But its all fixed now and I even reserved the hotel! Yays, only 214 days til we leave!