I was going to do this bullet style…but that just feels to business-like to me. I much prefer to write to you all like we’re friends sitting down for tea and double-stuffed Oreo’s, don’t you?
So my weeks are jammed for then next two weeks, working 7 days a week as I work through my notice at my old job, and do my NEW job on Sunday’s. That leaves me very little time, what with all the “social” things going on–August is a big month for family around here, lots of birthdays and my youngest sibling got married this week and–it’s just been chock-full of good stuff, this summer.
I’m happy. My head is in a good place. Isn’t that nice? Although I wish I had more time with Master; we’ve not had playtime all summer. I’m craving Him.
I’m so desperately behind on commenting on comments—something that I’ve been proud to keep up with since I started my blog almost 4 years ago (yes, my anniversary here is at the very end of August)–there just isn’t time in my day currently. Please know that I value each of your comments, and I’m hoping that I’ll have a few minutes this week, actually, to begin answering them. The oldest of them first? or not to do them, knowing you all understand, and just work on the most recent ones. If I do that, and I don’t comment to you and it was your first time here? That smacks of exclusivity to me and I hate the thought of that. So don’t be surprised if you get a response from me from a really old comment you made to me 3 weeks ago. (I hope I’m only behind 3 weeks. Egads.)
The point here?
I value YOUR time and energy in writing to me. Ergo? I respond back. Thanks for understanding that I’ve not done that this time…I could say I’m in a time warp… hahaha!
Did get to see the Man a wee bit Saturday night. A quick session at Starbucks, talking and sharing before heading our separate ways. I was *wiped out* from 10.5 hours on my feet at work, moving stiffly after sitting. He was frowny about it…”what’s wrong?” “just stiff Master, I’ve been on my feet all day…” “don’t they have those anti-fatigue mats?” “Yes, in one spot…but I don’t stay in that one spot, Master–I’m all over the place…” He shakes Head, frowning. “Well, that’s almost done, then,” He says. Yeah…and my feet are very glad about that!
We also talked about my hair. I had been toying with the idea of getting a shoulder-length cut (about a foot of hair)…which He quickly said “no fucking way” to. He allowed an inch, two at the most if I need it for maintenance.
Later, by text I thanked Him. I regretted the last time I cut it. It made Him sad, and I felt weird with shorter hair. It’s taken a year to grow most of it back.
“It’s long enough now that I can wrap a fist-full of hair around my hand fully. I like that.”
Hmmmmmm…me too, Master. That send warm shivers all through me, reading that.
I’m glad you all liked my fireman tale this weekend, and Master’s little “commentary” as well. 🙂 Thanks for the delightful comments!
I’ve not forgotten about our little dragon either. Hoping to have some Monday writing time mid-afternoon…that will be lovely…
Until then? Have a terrific Monday… and remember…if all else fails? Masturbate!
One last thought?