Son Of Blog
Posted on | February 14, 2007
So it’s deep freeze here.
I don’t remember the cold being so bone chilling. Creeping past clothing, through skin to reach right to the core.
I feel as if my intestines are freezing. Of course, I think memory of the cold is like child birth. It’s never as bad as when you’re going through it right at the moment.
What to write? I’ve been checking this, occasionally, for some kind of response. To see if anyone is reading this drivel. (Of course, if it’s drivel, why am I writing it?)
Last night, Jeff stayed over. I just love him. It’s like I’m addicted to his smell. Touching him. All of it.
But it’s the waking up to him. Rolling over and hearing his breath. Feeling his skin. I love that.
He bounds of bed at five and lets me crawl out of it an hour later. He wakes me up with a kiss on the head. This, my apparent void readers, is bliss. Sheer bliss.
He also walks the dog when he’s around letting me just relax.
Never mind the making love (which is spectacular, by the way), never mind the conversations (which are lively and unending), the snuggling which I hold on to when he’s not around.
Oh, but the walking of the dog. OHHHH THE WALKING OF THE DOG. He enjoys the walks. It bonds them together. That’s what he says anyway. Regardless, I get 
to loll around in my robe and stay warm. WHAT A MAN!!
So, under this deep freeze, I try my best to stay warm.
Living a daily life really gets in the way of it. Having to get to work, walking the pup (poor thing hates the cold as much as I and Jeff does) just invades my warmth.
Watching Star Trek: Voyager (a guilty pleasure) is going to take up the rest of my night. Best to you all, who don’t read.
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