It must be that time of the month. Something. I am seeking perspective. I want to yank all the pictures, stop approving friends, stay fully clothed as often as I can, find a million things to keep myself occupied and decidedly Not. Kinky.
M.’s camera has two weeks of photos still on it.
The house is still sanitized from having a visitor this week. (Also? Clean.)
It’s fall on a farm. We are beyond behind. We are so unprepared for this winter that we may be in a previous life.
We were both awake at 3:00 in the morning and got all busy on the stupid computers. He went back to sleep after an hour. I fell back asleep about 20 minutes before it was time to milk the fucking cow.
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I can understand part of that. I spent all my summers when I was a kid and even after that, on my grandmothers 1700 acre farm. So much to do and especially this time of the year. Getting things squared away from the harvest, from summer and preparing for winter…a hard job. Even as an adult, my Sir and I had a small place that was sort of like a mini-farm with tons to do all the time. You have my sympathy for the hard work you must have to do. Big hug.
Well girl if you need time off for the farm that I can understand but please don t give up on the kink because I think deep down you love it.
I hope maybe you can get help from someone I know that the farm is hard work but I also think that you love that too.
Deep down
well good luck girl we all love you
SirDuke