Everything is making me cringe today. My legs are bloody sore from working out in the garden yesterday, getting three million onion sets planted. Then when he (finally!) played with me this morning, he did three million things that I hated and then fucked me for hours with my legs up over my shoulders. I can barely walk!

We had to go off to deliver some sheep this afternoon to other people’s pasture for the summer, and took the opportunity to go out to eat in a town just north of us. It was nice. Food I didn’t have to cook, a new wine. I even cleaned up and put on clean jeans and we didn’t take the dogs. It was sort of awesome.

Tomorrow, I’m off to our cow association annual meeting up in the middle of Vermont, all by myself, blowing time when M. could be playing with me. But he’s going to want to work outside on the never ending to-do list anyway, and one of us really needs to go to this meeting, so off I will go. I may even grocery shop on the way home. I haven’t been in a month!

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