The inevitable drop has set in. At least (so far), neither John nor I have gotten sick — a fate that befell several of our friends. No traumas, no dramas, just general blech. Feeling tired and uninspired. I’m sure many of my fellow party-goers can relate. Yearning to pile into a friend nest with everyone I’m missing.
I do have pretty roses to look at, however. 🙂
An after-the-fact anniversary surprise from John. They make me smile. ♥ He’s good to me.
My right thigh is green and yellow, very attractive! Otherwise, I’m fully recovered from 16 scenes of varying intensity degrees. I am going to be more than ready for Steve next week; I am craving his special attention. Plus, I miss him.
I’ve been trying to remember snippets of the party I forgot to mention, but either my brain is fried and I can’t come up with them, or I did a really good job with my reports and didn’t miss stuff! About the only thing I can think of is how fun it was to see Alex walk into the suite party on Saturday night wearing the kitty-cat PJs I gave her for her birthday. They are so cute! I wish I had taken a picture of her in them.
I think part of my malaise is due to the fact that all of the work I was supposed to get after I came home failed to materialize. The projects are still on, as far as I know, but they’ve been delayed. So I find myself in famine mode, which isn’t good for my psyche. Yesterday I had lunch with the man who advises me about my finances (I’ve been with him for 16 years, ever since my dad passed away and left me a beneficiary IRA). Without going into a lot of details, one of my investments went bust, due to the fallout from the recession… therefore, I have had a sizable financial setback. And at my age, it’s hard to recover from that. So… this is weighing on my mind. Work gods, deliver. Please.
This will be a quiet weekend, which is fine. Both of us could use that. And I do believe our social life will be picking up a little. We have a lovely mini-group of friends locally now (Alex and Paul, SpankCake, and now Kelley), and knowing Kelley, we’ll have a party group happening before we know it. 🙂 So even two old recluses like John and me could actually be breaking out of our caves a bit more. And maybe I can bring Steve into a local scene if we get one. I want more people to know how awesome he is.
Sorry for the ramble. What goes up, must come down, as they say (whoever the fuck “they” are). Have a great weekend, y’all.