On another note, I long for the days when I can sit around writing fiction again, will those days ever come back?  I sure hope so.  I think I might play sometime this week so that will be nice.  Now that I’m back in my old stomping grounds I can find people to play with again.  Yay!  I get to pull out my Domme and take her for a stroll around the block.

I’m getting tired of home improvement projects.  Things didn’t seem this difficult when I was younger.  What happened?

I miss my mom.  I think about her every day, several times a day.  Sometimes it seems she is with me in spirit.  I am in the midst of home improvement projects and she was often the one who encouraged and helped me out at times like this.  I know she would be a lot older if she were still alive and honestly, she is better off wherever she is.  I like remembering her as young, strong, and loving.  I would not have wanted to watch her age much more than she did.  Still, I miss the times we had together and I often wonder what she would think if she were here.

I am moved into my new home, sorta.  That means I am still living out of boxes and I have yet to begin any major remodeling of my new place.  My new job is hectic, which is something I wasn’t expecting.  I’m tired of work, when can I retire?  I am thinking back on the last 10 years of my life and where I have been and how far I’ve come in that period of time.  Wow, just wow.  I had no idea I was capable of doing so much.  I would begin listing all of my accomplishments for you, but I don’t want to bore you to death. Things feel right for me at the moment and that is a good sign.  I can’t wait to get out and go kayaking again and explore my surroundings.  I have had it drilled into me for so long that work comes before play that I am trying desperately to get my work done so that I can go out and play.

My little doggy is about the sweetest pet I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  He’s so small and cute, you should see him.  He’s so cuddly that he loves to hug me, and he literally does that.  He’s got such a sweet disposition.  He is a lot of work to take care of, but he is worth it. I never really did settle on a good name for him but I loved all of the suggestions you wrote, mostly I call him “spooky” since it fits him in a couple of different ways and my daughter also uses it.  For some reason I can’t call him Romeo anymore and I don’t know why.  Everything spooks him, that’s for sure.  He’s my little male sub.  All he wants to do is love and be loved and run to me for protection when the going gets tough.  I am so lucky to have such a special animal in my life.  He was afraid when I moved that I wouldn’t bring him along so he hid under my truck (Buck the Truck) and was very nervous.  He’s so afraid of being dumped again.  He’s such a sweet little guy.

Well wish me luck since I am going to the Home Depot tomorrow to purchase paint and I am also purchasing laminate wood flooring in the very near future and installing it myself I think.  I also might unpack the kitchen at some point.  I have curtains to buy and all sorts of shit to do.  I will get there though, I swear it will happen.  Gonna see about doing some more writing now, so wish me luck.