At the end of the day, I’ll give it an 8.5.
Sort of lying in bed, half sitting up, playing fetch with the puppy. This is the life.
I just had a wonderful, wonderful dinner with the Bulldog. Before that, we walked the dog around the park three times. I dressed her in her new cheetah print sweater (oh, my little diva!), and we all three strutted through the park like we owned the place.
Then we brought her back here to my place and put her in her crate. She cried and whined just a little bit, so I put some music on for her and the Bulldog and I left for a lovely dinner outside on a patio under a heat lamp.
Just enough chill in the air for it to be chilly and the Bulldog asked me to sit on his side of the table where he could touch me and whisper his brand of sweet nothings in my ear. Ha.
He says things like, “there’s nothing you do that gets on my nerves.”
And that’s his silly way of complementing me. I’m starting to like it. Is that weird?
And he touched my lower back and my legs and it was quite nice. That’s affection! That’s what I need! All of this, and 10 days of no alcohol. I call all of this success.
We came back here and all was quiet and we got the dog out of her crate (she was an elated little wiggle worm) and took her outside to do her business while we smoked a cigarette and had small talk with the neighbor.
Then the Bulldog said goodnight to me and we sealed it with a million little kisses.
Where has that been? THIS is what I’m talking about.
I don’t even want to write about work today because it’s the same old thing even though we are off site this week, so it’s not really the same old thing, but nothing to write home about anyway.
I’m looking forward to the Spring. More walks, more touching, more little kisses. It’s good.
So much to be done, and things are still out of place, but I’m juuuuust fine right now.
Love and sweet dreams.
GS
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