Stopping to feel
It has been a whirlwind week, nonstop activity. At the beginning of the week, my client sent me four books to work on. So I’ve been busy with work, and that’s been interspersed with having my car serviced, a dermatology appointment, various chores and errands, workouts. Yesterday I spent all afternoon with Alex and SpankCake, having some girly time, which was much needed. I’m appreciating in-person friends so much more lately. Then back home and right back onto the computer, after stopping off to get my bangs trimmed, since they were hanging in my eyes and going all flippy at the sides, and my hairdresser is there only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
On Tuesday, Steve couldn’t make it; the poor man had been up most of the night with a migraine and was still feeling it. John gets those as well and I know how debilitating they are. And this week, it seemed like good timing. I used the opened-up Tuesday to work all day and make a serious dent in my proofreading.
But today, I’m finally winding down. I’m nearly finished with the third book of the four, so I’m on schedule. The appointments and other things are done, and I’m ready to head out to be with John. He has an appointment with a cardiac specialist today, trying to determine if he qualifies for microsurgery on his heart. He’s been feeling stable lately, has gotten back into walking and exercising, and his mood has improved. It’s been a relief.
However… as my mind and schedule clear, I’m slowing down long enough for feelings to catch up with me. And I find myself missing my top. Fiercely and ferociously, hungrily. I crave his special attention. I crave his hands, his voice. I crave the release.
Holiday weekend be damned; I’m working on Monday anyway. I can’t wait for next Tuesday.
Have a great weekend, y’all. Happy barbecues and so forth.