Creative Spanko Wench Blog

Tonight on the ABC Evening news Katie Curic announced that the makers of Ambien and another popular sleeping medicine have made an announcement about some potentially dangerous side effects/reactions to the drug.  When I first got the prescription I only took it once in a while, but since I’ve been sick I’ve been so restless I’ve been taking it every night.  How weird that they would make this announcement right after I sort of figured it out for myself.

Years ago when I was little my mom would often talk about how she would find me sleep walking around the house, or get up in the morning and find me sound asleep on the veranda or under the kitchen table.  Fred used to really bug me teasing that I’d wake him up to have a bizzarre conversation with him, and the have no memory of it in the morning.  Stuff like insisting the lawn under the bed needed mowing and if he didn’t get it done I’d hire someone, or the windows on the front of the house were not symetrical and we could get ticketed by the homeowner’s association if he didn’t get a contractor to fix it.

Well a few weeks ago I woke up naked, but I knew I went to bed in a t-shirt & shorts.  I searched everywhere for them and finally gave up, got dressed and went to work.  I wasn’t feeling well, so I figured I’d forgotten and crawled in bed nude.  Well, as it turns out later that day I heard dripping in the tub in the spare bathroom.  There in a sopping wet heap in the tub were my PJ’s, and the taps were turned on full blast but the shower massage want was turned to completely obstruct the flow.  Apparently I’d gotten up had a shower in my PJ’s took them off in the tub and gone back to bed.  Then the other night I got up and answered an e-mail with complete gibberish, but had no clue until I went through my mail later the next day.  I’ve been sleep walking again, and apparently just as my conversations never used to make sense, I have discovered that neither does my typing and I can’t spell for beans.   Other things have been bugging me too.  Stuff I knew I put away I’d find out on the counter, one morning I couldn’t find my purse and turned the house upside down.  It was in on the sofa in the den with the credit cards, various membership and insurance cards laid out in a fan like a poker hand.  I’ve been having a cow because I cannot find the remote for the cable box in the bedroom, where hee it is tucked behind this laptop out here in the living room.  All the little things have been really bugging me too, am I getting Alzheimer’s or have I picked up a ghost? 

The Ambien warning tonight confirms that this sleep walking, is one of the potentially dangerous side effects, that there have been people who sleep drive and wake up with no memory of getting in their car nevermind driving to where they ended up.  I was beginning to think the Ambien might have something to do with my weird happenings, but was not too sure since it’s been marketed as quite safe and has been on the market for a while.  The thing is that older drugs in the same family have been taken off the market in some countries because of the kind of side effect.   Halcion is one of them.  A man from Ajax Ontario drove all the way across the entire metroplex of Toronto to Oakville well over 50 miles on a complex 12 lane freeway system killed his mother in law and seriously injured his father in law, went all the way back home and got into bed with his wife covered in blood and woke up the next morning with no idea why he was so bloody or what he’d done.  The thing is, he had a loving relationship with his inlaws.  He’d recently been laid off from his job so there were stressors in his life, but even under truth serum, no memory of the murder could be illicited.  He was acquitted of the charges, the 1st of several cases like it to be made public.  Retrograde amnesia was a known effect of the drug too.  Because it had so little hang over effect and left people feeling very refreshed in the morning, it was popular for business travellers who used it to sleep the red eye flights over seas and wake up ready to go.  Trouble was a lot of them started complaining that they’d lost time prior to taking the drug, some could not recall entire days before getting on the plane. 

Well I don’t think I’ve done any murders, and it’s nice to know I don’t have a poltergeist messing with my stuff and I probably not in the early stages of Alzheimers.   Weird that I was just speculating about this in e-mail last night, and here it is on the evening news tonight.  

on another subject,

I am exhasted tonight.  I’d promised myself I was going to keep my days short until my stamina improved, but there are always so many interruptions and emergencies. I think it’s bed early for me tonight. 

I only need one more comment to After Time out and I can start posting drawings again…  plleeeeeeeeeaaaazzzzzeee.

I moved personal adds to it’s own page, see top right nav bar.  As soon as I can I’ll get comments and member posting set up there if it’s possible.  If not I have other options using the main pattydraws hosting.

I will admit to having one sincere nibble, actually the same nibble I was hoping I read properly in comments from weeks ago but was unsure was what it seemed.  Naturally there are barriers there, #1 being distance, but hey in this world of cyber friendships, what’s new.  Everything else about that will go and stay underground for now unless we agree things should be shared.

In the meantime, life goes on as usual.  I’ll my usual rants, & posts… though I warn you seriously what I said in my comment to the last post.  *g* I’m serious!  I spent 6 -8 hours working on the last drawing I posted and only one single person even commented.  It did it for a friend, he never asked for it, it was just something I wanted to do, but even before he saw it, you guys did. Was it that bad?  What’s up?  I make no money form the reference, the drawing or the link.  Actually *wipes* dried tear from eye* it did hurt a lot that no one but jeff had anything to say about it.  It kind of still does.

I have two new drawings almost ready  BUT— one done the other almost, and I’ve started a new comic strip… NONE  WILL Post TILL I GET mw 10 commwnts to this pos.. PERRIOD (I knowI’m not on minw)

“Will spank for blow job …. will wank for pancakes …. will paddle for pez … will strap for sex…. 10 comments to my last drawing… that’s all I ask.

Yep…. I’m feeling like a brat….  so P~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OH yeah, I took my last Levaquin pack, and my cough syrup is back on the shelf.  I put in 6 hours  at work today & while I needed 3 and took 6 hours to nap as soon as I hit my sofa.  I had a meeting with the CEO & CNO and laid some very contentious cards on the table.  I think I came out a head.  Time will tell.  They just have no clue what I do or what is a reasonable expectation for what’s possible or reasonable.  We just absorb all these corporate mandates and no one looks at the work involves, it filters out to the “can do” people, and we, typically, needing to please and always excited by new possibilities, never say no… and then we’re burried running from project to project looking good on the front end because that’s where it counts and we stop time (usually till 11 PM the day before a due date), but loosing ground in the background steadily as time passes until a glaring hole opens up exposing all, or until we (I) end up sick putting in impossible hours trying to finish what had to get done.  9 or 10 times it’s the latter.  Hence, I’ve been sick for 4 solid weeks.  It began when the Airconditioner went down the Friday befor a majot 990 page document was due.  I’m the only one who worked that building that whole weekend.  Then for the next week I was having fevers, deep uncontrollable piss expelling cough attacks.  The next week was meeting hell week.   I made the ones I had to, and then requested the rest off.  Then saw my Doc & was ordered off for the full week last week.

So, can I rant now?

LOL.. I forget what it was now.   Trust me it’ll come to me.

p.s.  on a non-rant note.  The primsoses are in bloom, which means all the west TX flowers are withing two weeks of being at their glory.  Would that I could take off from San Antonio and drive to Big Bend just to stop at every pull out to take pictures.  Isn’t spring wonderful?

While I’m not normally a fan of “pop” music, the song that makes the background for this collection of popular web images is one that always makes me feel better any time I hear it.  A few of the images were new to me also though many are the kind that just make your jaw open and your voice go “awwwwww how sweet!”

It’s another power point slide show.  I hope it will play for all of you, this one I didn’t alter, so hopefully it’s more basic set up friendly. 

For Itch & Doc Tsai two friends that this made me think of today, and for all of you just because most of you always make me smile.

The simplest of things

Can make us stop and think

But every now and then

Tests take us to the brink

The strength you’ve given me

I offer back to you 

It’s held me in good stead

Because your hearts are true

love patty

p.s.  ok I promise next post will really be about spankin.  Wish me luck tomorrow & Thursday.   

The leaking continues, actually it got worse just before noon, then I called pharmacy and asked if there was something I could have that could stop my coulgh, and snot.  The Director laughed at me and told me to come on over.  He made me a care package of decongestant mixed with non-drowsy antihistamine, fever & aches & pains reducer and sore throat lozenges.  LOLOLOL He even patted me on the head and said I should go to bed and if I did he’d tuck in the covers for me.  Bed, though tempting, was just not an option today.  Though tonight as I’m feeling breathless and a little paniced not being able to get a full breath I wonder if tomorrow’s not going to either vastly improve things or force them to where the choice is out of my hands.  The ED medical Director got mad at me and told me he’d order me admitted if I didn’t go home, then he sighed with me when I laid out this week’s obligations.  I promised to see him first thing every morning this week so he could check my breathing and fever.  That got him to agree & trust me, that I’m not being an idiot. Still, I’m working on the trembling agitation born of decongestants and worry… LOLOLOL!  

My presentation tonight was just aweful.  Not only had I poorly timed medicating myself so that the Advil was peaking causing me to sweat out my fever and soak my silk blouse (not just pitts either, my back and front were soaked), and the decongestant had maxed out its anxiety skin crawly nervous energy effect but not yet stopped mucous production, (so I was sneezing, coughing and my nose was running right when I was in the most glib, who-gives-a-shit, hyper and mouthy weird space.  I think the general word for it is mental fog, but ya know, fog may be how it seems outside the experience, but vivid and out of control is how it feels in the middle of it.  I fucked up royally!   And I really mean royally!

I’m usually such a good presenter too.  Being left hanging with no administrative back up on a couple of contentious issues way outside my control didn’t help, but lordy I usually have a much better feel for when to shut up.  Yup I said the unsayable. 

When I got home I was strung out, as usual, with worry and insecurity. I really needed an ear and was feeling so ready to cry out and ask for solace from at least one of the ears I count on.  Then I got an e-mail that put me back on center.  How easy it is to get wrapped up in ME, ME, ME.  GD! The slap in my face truth is, I’m not the center of the universe, not even my own.  I don’t have a monopoly on stress.  How can I be so effing needy without even asking about others?  OK so I get a break when they don’t tell me and I can’t know, but darn!  I have some work to do fixing my outlook.

Our challenges really are that, when we’re privileged to get them presented to us that way.  Challenges.   Virtually always we’ve got the skills, power and opportunity to answer them when we’re given the luxury of being told they’re there.  Sometimes all chances get taken away before any chances are allowed - a heart attack takes a young man with no warning he even had risk factors never mind disease; a 17 yearold takes out a family driving his father’s car after the first time he’s ever even tasted never mind consumed too much beer.  Why some people get chances and others face instant - final consequences is going to remain a mystery I’ll wonder about for all of my life.

Stop and say a short prayer (if you’re inclined to pray) for everyone you know and don’t know who’ve been hit hard, head on, stressed beyond tolerence, with a sudden consequence.  Pray they see beyond the stress of right now and recognize opportunity and the grace of being given the chance to know it.

I present my current leaky state as a bit of a humorous aside, but it’s not really a funny post.  Wake up patty.  I think I get it.

Hi folks,

Just a short note while I surface from the fog breifly.  A cold put its dougges(douks … dukks ok so figting fists up)  up some time while I was working hard last week end.  I woke up knowing it Monday.  In fact my head hurt so much I asked to go home early and requested a personal day Tuesday.  I slept most of Tuesday.  I wasted Wednesday and went to work.  I barely remember being there actually.  Like a robot I got up and went in Thursday morning too, but by then I could harldly talk and was winded just trying to say hi.  I came home by noon and crawled in to bed where I’ve been until about an hour ago. 

I must say it is annoying when the sounds of your own breathing, which is much like the weird ghost whirring effects in a B movie, coupled with fits of coughing, are the only things that can keep you awake, and even though they’re pretty constant you can’t stay awake for more than an hour at a time… and especially disturbing when the only reason you even realized you have to pee is that you coughed and more than phlegm got loosened.

Well, It’s off to take a shower for me.  That and dispose of a hefty bag of tissues … um well, not really tissues, but a couple of rolls of triple cottonelle, hey what can I say, I was not up to shopping for kleenex & would have used paper towel if the TP hadn’t been there.  I’d like to know how it is that someone who has done little more than sleep for three and a half days can make enough … heck, why not just say it … snot … to give two rolls of toilet paper enough weight and substance to fill a kitchen garbage bag?

My sustenance these last few days has been two bottles of Minute Maid Active.  Each has 750 mg of glucosamine.  I picked them up on my Nyquil run Thursday.  Why that brand? Maybe because all my bones hurt, or maybe because they were bottled in a size I knew I could manage without the encumberence of cups?  The juice, especially the fact that by this morning it’s all gone, and I’m reverted to cranberry coctail explains why my cough and snot has been so … ummm … productive … I’m guessing the fact that I can’t quite cough out 99% of what my lungs are producing explains the other.  Never mind… if you don’t get it, my utility company certainly does…

I just realized somthing as I toddered back from my bathroom to this sofa and started this post.  Other than a couple of rarely worn silk suites, I have no clean clothes, and absolutely no ambition to do laundry.  What does that mean?  Hmmmm?  Will I or will I not go ‘commando’ to work tomorrow, or will I end up digging into the slinky playtime stuff just for coverage?  Of course I have a bunch of runny panty hose I could cut the legs off and use for panties until I can hit walmart after work tomorrow.  Thing is, I’m on the agenda to present to the executive committee tomorrow night, so shopping tomorrow’s gonna be iffy.

Sigh.  The dilema of the working woman.  I’m still coughing…  Seriously!  If anyone knows where that frustrating squirt comes from, even after you’ve completely emptied your bladder… I mean seriously, leaned over squeezed bared down for all your worth and shaken out every possible last drip, and still as soon as you wipe, tidy up and go back out to the sofa, not even a minute later, one cough fit (or under better circumastances a laugh) there it is!  Where does it come from?  OK, so I know where, but what is it?  Arrgghh! 

If it was an ordinary lazy gal day, commando might be an option, but given my current leaky plight, snot, phlegm, and what not, I sincerely doubt commando is a wise choice for me tomorrow….  especially given that a dark coral silk pant suit is my only real option until I can get some laundry done.  It’s too cool out for the dress or skirt suits I have and all my cold clothes are in a heap waiting to go in the wash. 

I’m gonna need something to secure a pantie liner, so, wether I yank out some very expensive very under used sexy drawers or I hack up some well used panty hose….  I ask you gals… which would you pick? It’s a Monday, workday, you just need a brigde until you have some time and energy.  Use the sexy specials or make do?

And to all you complacent healthy men out there I want you to think about this, just for a second or two, the next time you see a healthy, well kept woman your age or even much younger, dressed in a fine silk outfit. Should you happen to see her sneeze, or cover her face trying to frantically clear a persistent cough.  What’s keeping that dreaded wet stain from appearing along that seam between her but cheeks? 

lololol.

I’m whipped.  gotta go to bed.  Hope the weather gives everyobne a break, and the coming spring makes everyone smile.

A wonderful sweet generative friend of mine passed away at his computer on Sunday.  I had every peice of his artwork saved once, and he was among the very first to ever share his art with me.  Veralsi was 1st.  Then thanks to me he found a forum called LWD and he embraced and loved them with all his heart.  He gave me so much especially love no matter how selfish I had a bent to be. 

I’m so very sad.  I don’t even have a Scottybot image to place here. 

Please, say a prayer for his wife and his children.

Alan, I loved you…. you were there for me when so many couldn’t be.  Your quiet understanding was a beckon… may you now enjoy the lighted path you once wished for me.  I so miss you.

love p.

Alan (Scottybot) I love you. 

Stepping back in time.

I had occasion to reminisce and revisit old eating habits today. Peanut butter and honey on toast. Actually, it was on a bagel, they had no cream cheese in the cafeteria this morning, so I settled on peanut butter & added the honey when there was no strawberry jam. I can’t even remember how long ago I last had a peanut butter sandwich. I must say that the unexpected sensuality of the taste, the crispy, slightly sandy, and thickly silken, sweet, stick-to-your-mouth experience woke nostalgia. I find myself lustful for more now, but not just another toasted bagel with honey and peanut butter, I’m thinking of other peanut butter blends that once were staples in my diet.

All of these are sandwich recipes I have enjoyed and have been contemplating all day today. Peanut butter & banana, peanut butter and lettuce, peanut butter and sugar, peanut butter and Spanish or Vidalia onion, peanut butter and salt and vinegar potato chips, peanut butter & prosciutto ham with just a little mustard, peanut butter & grapes, peanut butter and apple slices, peanut butter and sharp cheddar cheese, peanut butter & cold cooked broccoli, peanut butter & left over macaroni and cheese, peanut butter and sliced pears, or peaches, or even strained fruit cocktail, peanut butter and chopped shrimp or crab, peanut butter and pastrami with a bit of mustard. Mmmmm yes I did — I hit the grocery store on my way home tonight and bought a tub of organic crunchie peanut butter, a small bunch of banana’s, a Spanish onion and some prosciutto ham. I also got some 8 grain bread to make toast with. I had three pieces of toast each folded over for one of each of these combo sandwiches.

So what am I doing now? Wondering if having seconds of the ham & peanut butter this time with hot mustard would earn me a spanking… since it is almost bedtime, and good girls stop eating at least two hours before bedtime because that’s good for their body. Naw… have the sandwich and worry about it tomorrow.

It’s officially cold down here in deep south TX right now. They just changed the winter weather advisory tonight to a freeze warning. We were going to just get hit or miss sleet and freezing rain but now the temps have fallen deeper and we’re going to get a freeze deep enough to upset the citrus farmers. No biggie for you folks up there where freezing temperatures are the norm this time of year, but a major deal down here where barely freezing temperatures cause such huge burdens on the power grid that brown outs and power shut downs are the rule… just consider this if you will, (something I can’t quite fathom myself) at the height of the summer when this part of the US hits the 100’s every day for weeks and weeks on end, the drain on the local power supply barely cracks “burden’ status, but now, when the temperatures drop close to freezing for two or three nights the electrical burden exceeds capacity. For me it’s a matter of yanking out the chenille throw and extra blanket and putting up with clingy kitties and puppies who want to snuggle closer than usual. Folks down here in the south just don’t do cold at all. What’s worse is the numbers of people who die own here when the weather turns like this. Not even the heat waves in Chicago claim as many lives as these brief cold snaps do down here.

Well, tonight I’ve actually broken down and dared turn the heat on. It’s been a couple of years since I felt the need to do that, not even when we got snow a year ago Christmas did we turn the heat on here, so as the air exchanger switched over from cool to heat I worried. Tonight I couldn’t take it any more, we’ve had cold (within 3 – 5 degrees of freezing) for several days, and the forecast is for several more days hovering at or near freezing before we get back up to even the 50’s during the day. This is really very odd down here by the way…. Fronts typically come through, bring a day of cold weather drizzly weather, the dry air pushes the drizzle away, it clears out we have one really cold night but the cold never penetrates until well after dark and there’s no wind. This time, the wind persists and the cloud cover has too. We’re getting damp cold close to freezing and it’s hanging out for the better part of a week (2 & a half days so far) and is predicted to hang out here till at least the weekend.

I was nervous as that first blast of heat burned off the residue on the cooling coils and distributed them through the vents. I fear fire at this time of year, so you have to gasp how much of a leap it’s been for me just to turn on the heat never mind weather out the first hour of it’s being on. I had my phone in hand & my pets in their crates so I could evacuate right away. I’ve got fire wood I could put in my fireplace, but I didn’t get it inspected this year, and I’m just not up for a flue fire, even if I do know the chances of one down here where there’s a filter on the chimney keeping nesters out & there’s virtually no burning done year to year, are slim. I was brazen enough to fire up the logs last year, this year something is telling me to take care, so I have a box of commercial logs & a chord of fire wood that I won’t be using this year. So far, now that the burn off with the air exchanger is past, my home is not warming up as I would expect it to with the heat on and a thermostat to regulate it. It’s set at 60. Right now the thermostat is kissing 40. Better than the 35 that’s registering outside, but not quite warm enough for my bed, even with pets to feel warm enough….

Now, the salient question is …. If my bottom was well spanked would any of this be an issue? Lololololoolololol you tell me…. g

2006 went out with a haze of hectic activity for me.  Wednesday & Thurday were a whirl wind of activity at work trying to make sure I could get everything ready so I could be off for the 1st week of the New Year.  I had lovely visits over the phone with two of my long term readers, but otherwise was relegated to tidying up home & hearth so this trip I am on now could be a guilt free as possible. Friday night was last minute packing and into be early, because I had a 4:30 minumum arrival time if I was going to catch my 5:25 flight.  At 4:20 AM after nabbing about 3 hours of actual sleep (don’t you hate that restless know you have to get up hope you don’t over sleep nights?)  I arrived to an already LONGGGGGGG line to the ticket counter in our small regional airport.  Everything that had comeout of Houston Friday night arrived late, and the flight crew for both the 5:30 flight & the 6:30 flight were trapped there until they had the mandatory 8 hours down time.  Eveyone on both flights kept their oroginal seats on their original flight, but their departure was pushed back to what the agents said would be either 8:30 or 10:50.  No one specified which flight got dibs on which time.  By the time I cleared the ticket counter and had my connections rerouted so I landed in Ottawa at 11PM instead of 5:30 PM it was 6:40.  I sat down and waited for the coffee shop (the only diversion other than peoplr watching and CNN news loops at that airport.)  I had coffee & a breackfast taco at 7 and lingered over a book until 8.  Then finally a boarding call.  “Oh good!”  but the #’s were wrong.  The whole throng of passengers in the terminal waiting to even be allowed to clear security (they only do it one flight at a time there)  groaned in unasin.  They were boarding the regularly scheduled 08:40 flight!  Both the 6:30 and the 5:25 flights were still in limbo.

patty
 

The preface to my post about snotty folks calling me lewd and vulgar really was intended to be light hearted. Seriously, folks who read and regularly comment on sex & spanking blogs have much more serious issues than I do if they’re gonna label the blogger they voraciously consume as lewd and vulgar. And may I say it was a voracious consumer, and as a matter of fact, an on going, very regular visitor of this blog who made that observation. It’s funny, if sad, and telling at the same time, not about me at all any more, but about the ego of the person who considers their own interests and predelictions so objectionable that they would/must persue them daily, visiting sites like mine several times a day, and then dare label me as the one who is lewd and vulgar. Awwwwwww! OK enough about that!!! I meant to make you smile & yeah giggle just a bit with me …….

I’m not perfect, heck I’m extremely flawed as human’s come, but there is one thing I am not, and that’s even a little bit ashamed of seking an openess about myself as a sexual human being or promoting that quest for others. Yes I got off to a bad start on line (no more excuses!), but even in the unfortunate start, my message hasn’t shifted… trust your self… Normal is irrelevant, healthy is the key, and healthy is always going to be what strengthens and bonds healthy adults. Spanking has that capacity to bond, whether it’s purely for sex, a blend of sex and serious, mostly or only serious spanking. Outsiders don’t get to judge. Those of us who share, dare and care may seek to support if allowed. No matter what, your needs and desires openly and offered with trust and sincerity to your partner deserve respect and with your committment & your partner’s nurture love and understanding, CAN be…..

That said here’s some images to help poor o’l Doc Tsai’s interventions with me seem much more … ummm. eh- hm… I guess severe?? LOLOLOL Sorry Tsai You & I know there was no wimping on either of our part… sooo yeah here’s some pics that might help rescue your image as a mucho seriouso spankmiester (which we both know without question you are no matter how the audio sounds….) … hehehehehehe I can vouch for you as a VERY sound and and VERY severe spanker… - when you want to be… *grin* Of course I’m no whimp recieving either… LOLOLOLOLOLOL

This comes from a different visit that Tsai may some day choose to share… it shows the straddle position that gave him such ballistic access to the more vulnerabl parts of my cheeks…

the leather paddle he used during our 1st session… It’s a very ouchie implement by the way….

the result of the straddle paddle position and the uderside of the cheeks effort with the vermont country store bath brush that is very well ouched, ow, ow, owed in the sound bites…

May I point out that injuries like this have nothing to do with brutality, and virtually never can the spanker see it coming until it’s to late. They can happen after 10 whaps or 1,110 whaps. Don’t let them worry you. Appreciate the moment that produced them, let them heal and expect them if you should ever want to go further. Flesh is often not up to the heart…..

As I contemplate the title of this post, I am compelled to smile. The why will remain my secret, though I want to share that it represents a healthy transition from taking someone’s ugly vitriol personally and finally being able to laugh at its meaning and ultimately letting it go. Vulgar, lewd, sinful. LOLOLOL Me? Of course I am, aren’t we all; some of us simply more inclined to examine rather than hide or judge that part of ourselves?

And so… today’s post….

I went to work today, lots to do so I can have next week off & go home to Canada, though I did manage to get away by 3:30. From my first hours there the relaxed atmosphere my co-workers exuded struck me. While I’m certain that some of the hooded sleepy eyes were made of real fatigue, the calm satisfied aura was definitely made of more. Most of the office, ancillary and administrative staff were off today, taking the day in lieu of Christmas Eve, even though in some parts of the world there is a perfectly legitimate and civilized holiday that needn’t have been a greedy substitute – yup, Boxing Day. Here in the US the day after Thanksgiving is the heaviest shopping day of the year, in Canada and the UK, Boxing Day is. The popular myth is that all good Canuks & Brits box up many of those oddly chosen gifts from various and sundry well meaning relatives and rush en mass to the exchange counter. Of course that’s not the true sentiment behind Boxing Day. But whatever it’s original meaning it is a holiday.

Whether it was relief that the mad rush is over, or contented bliss from lingering indulgence, everyone I interacted with smiled and visibly approached everything with a calm I haven’t enjoyed with them for some time. I hope the energy lingers for a while. Even the deadlines I was at work to get ahead of today, though hard to fully flesh out and even harder to put away incomplete on Friday, seemed easy to measure up to, and just flowed off my fingers into plans and presentations.

My office is in a suite constructed within an office building next door to the hospital. My department shares the space (very cramped space) with IT & S, and Marketing. Don’t get me wrong, I like my office - it’s the first one I’ve had in 15 years in nursing/hospital management that has a window, but, there is only one bathroom in the entire suite, and guess what? It is located in a cul-de-sac hall that is completely occupied by men. Have you ever had to poop or pee on the day after Christmas in a bathroom with paper-thin walls? Let me just say one thing… Turkey farts! I happen to know I’m not alone experiencing this unique consequence of this season, and that each of the men occupying the offices flanking the lonely captive commode are long and intimately familiar with this fact of life, but I must say it was somewhat embarrassing. Turkey farts just cannot be controlled in the SBD tradition of pea soup farts… (SBD being silent but deadly, and every consumer of Habitant™ French Pea soup understand it’s association) but even if they could there is the problem of escaping the lavatory unseen and unconnected with that over-ripe seasonal, yet oddly so unique and personally imbued deposit. Flush, wait, flush again and wait…. The air handling system simply will not clear ‘the air.’ In fact your lingering and efforts only serve to draw attention to your plight. When I took too long answering the call after my quick cafeteria breakfast I was busted. Much to my demure embarrassment, after I flushed a third time washed again and gave up the closet to my distressed male co-worker, we both burst out laughing. The hallway was ripe with his plight. Poor guy! But so was the bathroom with mine! Turkey! And so the guys in the cul-de-sac hall let loose … yeah probably with hundreds and hundreds of unrestrainable turkey farts of their own, but more significantly with good natured chuckles. I had to giggle several times today, not just each time I looked their way, but each time I traveled the hallways of the hospital, went in to the dry cleaners, stopped at the money machine, stood in line to pat for gas and buy 3 liters of sprite, and realized that my nostrils detected that same tell tale remnant of the holiday and the generative indulgence shared with loved ones and those who care.

Words, hugs, laughter, smiling, sleepy, peaceful, and contented conversation and interactions and yes, even mild embarrassment and a seasonal olfactory onanism helped today feel special. Weird? Who knows…

And so….

Feeling contented and warm, as her day drew to a close, she let her mind stray to the places her flesh beckoned.

“Later!” she promised breathlessly when her hips squirmed impatiently in her chair. She was trying to work, and it was going well.

“Please! I promise!” She whispered when her fingers rebelled against reaching for the phone as it rang when her nipples tingled insistently.

And then she was home, her body ready for the shower, her flesh in need of much more than the flushing rush of hot water. Her body screamed, her flesh led the siren call … ‘The silken sheets of your bed and needy pulp of your finger tips want you first.’ The weak and the strong blended, and for her whole being there was no escaping what she had to do. Rich though the season was with indulgence of every kind, one appetite had been set aside in favor of family, work and fatigue. It would not be pushed away today, and there was nothing capable of pushing it down once all commitments were honored and the only one remaining could not be for now.

She dropped her clothing readying herself for the shower. Unexpectedly the cool air woke her nipples. “Warm!” they called to her hands, and instantly the call was obeyed. Palms and fingers pressed, the vestigial purpose of erection was not lost. No question, the effects of cold exposure was a sexual survival signal belonging to centuries past. At this moment, she didn’t know or care about that evolutionary possibility, though her body immediately responded to the sexual nourishment of the neuronal umbilicus that connected her nipples to her cunt. Her clit pressed up and out from under its thin protective hood, her pussy pulsed expressing the clear silken bubble of lubricant her body had been holding back all day.

“Please?” her whole being asked, and life conspired to say yes. As it should, now & then… ☺

Please, please please don’t leave the posts Doc Tsai made go un answered… I’m scared to death with worry about how they’ll be taken… please?

love

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Just some thoughts…..

As we cross over from these past months of waning light, through the longest night and into the coming months where light is returned to us increment by increment, I think that it’s significant that so many religions and cultures mark this time with celebration. We have as a species, from the most primitive times, instinctively grasped the rebirth and newness inherent in this transition.

Did you know that today has been designated Global Orgasm Day? I didn’t until I visited Sexoteric a little while ago. Princeton University has chosen the winter solstice for this random global event. The longest night of the year, is of course a great choice for promoting an activity typically given to the night. With luck you have had your orgasm today, or will tonight. If not, I don’t think that getting one in tomorrow will put you far behind, after all there’s a long season within which and from which we’ve collectively given this transition of light event significance. What if we tried to go for on or more everyday for the whole season?

From the first of the twelve days of Christmas, through Hanukah, Kwansa, Little Christmas & Chinese New Year, we’ve blocked out an expansive stretch for the celebration of the transition into the longest of the dark and then back to light, while in the southern half of the world the transition moves the other way.

I think that the summer Solstice should also be given global orgasm designation, not just to offer equality to our Aussie friends, or even because achieving orgasm is a supremely healthy activity, not to mention pleasant; but to acknowledge those of us who have always enjoyed coming in daylight. Double Global orgasm Day. Gift giving at its best… ya think?

1. I ordered a basic new laptop from HSN at $233 a month for 5 months. Not quite the machine I have, but hopefully it will function until I get things fixed with what I have.
2. I found a 4 GB usb jump drive and that should help me transfer the files from my floundering laptop that I can’t burn to CD until I accomplish the system restore.
3. I bought namowebeditor software. I doesn’t care about Mac or windows, and seems to have some features neiher dreamweaver or frnt[age have….
4. I ordered a RAM upgrade for my iMAC G5 (at the recommendation of a few readers) I have 512 MB, but am probably trying to use software that needs more, especially if I’ve got several open at once. So I’ve ordered 2 GB. Windows doesn’t act quite so snotty as Mac when you do that, it mostly slows down. Give me my druthers to having things slow down and losing everyting by being booted & I’ll take slow any day!!!!
5. I’ve ordered an adobe creative suite/photoshop version for mac that will let me move the files I have saved on my laptop to both this mac and my soon to arrive laptop.

Man o man do I need a stress relief spanking. I’m feelin bitchy y’know? That kind of don’t mess with me mood that exudes growl to everyone who’s unfortunate enought to venture to close. I’ve done what I can, as pro-actively as I can practically to address the immediate shit. Now to get back to relaxing. LOLOL Which is supposed to be what this whole internet blog and enjoy thing is about right ….

I would like to be able to have self play slide shows I could post for each gallery, and I’d love to make a single site to go with this blog that makes it possble to post a story that nestles in it’s permanent home at the same time as it posts on the blog. Lindy has been very busy getting herself three chapters through her sentence, & I have two new Eamon & Sheila Stories ready, but this blog shrinks posts based on word count…. With luck by mid week next week I’ll be able to post new artwork too. The printer/scanner/fax software needs an image/photo editing program to function so I can upload files that are managable.

I’m sure there’s got to be an easier way… I’m starting to feel abaout computer functionality the same way I feel about car mantenance…..
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There once was a woman named Pat
Who frittered resources on scat
So much did she spend
To no useful end
Her banker just called her a brat

Miss Patty just did as she pleased
She quibbled, she barked and she teased
Her pocketbock balked
Though spending *needs* stalked
Control missed a stern pair of knees

and I’m literally in tears with this!!! What makes the be all and end all of tghis Mac computer sytem that I invested huge money into yet IT has turned into a? Why does everyone on earth have this spiritual experience with Mac, yet I can’t seem to get more than a functional day out of this hugely expensive system?

I gave up earlier after being booted, crumpled, shut down and disabled for no reason. Shut down literaly with no warning - sometimes just one program - some times several programs, just sponaeously close on me — every day, multiple time a day. The only clue, a predictable chaoic big,little, big, little - dissaray of the letters in titles of toolbar and program titles on on screen or desk top. Like a kids play tease… the words on the screen literally look like this but with every other letter missing too. i T h a S B e E n G i V e N = it has been given. EVERYONE told me I was an idiot sticking with MS. hence paying for two new gateway’s (one for me & one for Todd)since I got this MAC lemon has made me worry that I’m missing somethng with this hugely expensive schell I’m stuck with right now. I was lured to MAC precisecely to avoid the recycling short lived (& 18 month or so) MS experience…. BUT, I’ve at least been able to use every MS product beyond a week or two before having to problemsolve a connectivity or simply ’stay on’ feature. The same cannot be said for this MAC.

Well, until I get my 2 year old gateway laptop fixed it seems I’m at the mercy of the slimey rip off Macintosh. It cost more than double what my laptop did. Just so you know!!!!!

I’ve cleaned and completely reloaded everything, I’ve avoided reloading the so called culprit programs. None of this matters! I am firmly coming out with this declaration…. I have had two Mac’s neither worked well enough for me to stick with them beyond a year, this last and MOST expensive, >$2,700.00, this one I’m trying to make do with & really haven’t ever been able to use withjout bugs galore for even 3 months at a stretch. Let’s not count the 1,700 plus dollars worth of Mac only compatible software I’ve invested in but NEVER really had the opportunity to test or use.

I’m officially ANTI Mac!!!!!! Nothing will change my mind except an actually working version of their software and better yet a working physical computer that doesn’t crash everytime it’s turned on. I’m serious!

Even though I’ve invested literally thousands of dollars in my connectivity this year, my connectivity is hit and miss. I’m sorry for ranting again… I’m fit to be tied!!!!! (and darn it no hope of getting tied any time soon) Fixing my lap top right now means doing a system restore. That means loosing everything I haven’t backed up off my c-drive. Leaving it alone to save everything means buying a new back up drive machine because the DVD RW drive needs the winsock thing that the malware seems to have corrupted.

I could pay another 500 a month for 5 months on a new gateway system, but hey… I’ve got sooooo much invested here… and this useless mac is way up there on the list of must resolve issues. grrrrrrrrrr

ty for listeningggg

A mental health day…

Can’t call it a snow day, since it’s 74 degrees outside, even if it is cloudy. Could call it a sick day, since I’ve had this bug that just won’t let go for well over a month now, but even though the morning started out with a headache and very tight chest, sick is stretching it. Tired of it is more appropriate. I have moments where I feel almost well in the morning, and then by noon my head aches, I tremble with chills, and if I’ve had to do much talking I spend a lot of the afternoon and evening coping with spasms of dry irritated coughing that is coming from a raw area that deep down in my chest. Sometimes the cough spasms are so hard the muscles between my ribs get Charlie horse like cramps. Man that hurts! This morning I woke up with chills and the whole right side of my chest feeling like I’ve been mule kicked. So, since my calendar at work had only one meeting, and I’m already prepared for what I have to do Wednesday I called in to take a personal day.

I took a nap until about 9 AM then got up and came out here to see what I could find in a leisurely surf on line. I visited probably 30 blogs and spent time catching up by reading back well into October’s posts on many. I found that some friends have moved, one or two have expanded, a few have closed up shop, everyone’s tackling holiday stress and preparations, some have done or are doing battle with microbial beasties too. Some Gratitude Tuesday posters are up to Z, some Y and I even saw a few who’ve just tackled X. I came across a new idea being called Masturbation Monday on a couple of blogs and had to giggle. My post from last night certainly qualifies and was accidentally on time. Although I must admit I didn’t know there was such a movement going on out there. Padme’s been interviewing many of our amazing community’s willing players, asking neat questions and getting some insightful answers. Figleaf’s been consistently sensual and brilliant, and thank you to the godess of sensuality, Magdelena is back and still worships so honorably at her feet. !

I read several meme’s and responses from various points of view. I was tempted to take the hint and post one of my own, but then that would take away from reading everyone else’s. All in all I surfed, read and smiled quietly enjoying the view into so many richly creative minds. All in all I spent well over 6 hours surfing blogs I haven’t visited in weeks.

Well, then came three thirty and Dr. Phil was being particularly pedantic which turned my mind off whatever topic might otherwise be of interest. Bum (as in homeless people) bashing and stick thin models banned from Spain’s runways. I’m not quite sure what the connection is, but the opening tone of he show pissed me off, so it became back ground noise.
My legs were stiff so I kicked off the covers and flexed them a bit.

Gee I have nice calves and shins. The muscles and sinews are full and healthy, although I think I’ll make a date with my Lady Gillett this evening. Even my right calf muscles have shape and definition, odd considering my right knee is contracted by severe arthritis and since it no longer straightens properly due to thick bone spurs the thigh muscles above it that help your leg lock have atrophied to almost nothing. Strange things we do with idle time huh? I gave myself almost a full 5 minutes flexing and admiring my ankles and calves. The perspective is very different when your legs are lifted where you can admire them supine. Standing, checking out the fit of a skirt and appropriate match of shoes is a whole different experience.

I then shifted my ambition to looking for some seasonal images and backgrounds, and then after about 40 minutes of false trails finally figured how to use the godaddy ftp client that I pay for with my pattysgallery account, most of it spent hunting every possible folder on this Mac until I found where my uploaded pictures were hiding…. That done, I tweeked my template and added what I hope you’ll agree are nice subtle stock backgrounds that add a quiet seasonal feel.

Did you know that my old blog still gets more than 2,000 unique visitors a day? This one enjoys just under 1000 though the nicest thing for me is the 200 – 300 of you who are regular returning visitors. One of the things that really surprises me is that the traffic to pattysgallery is not the same traffic to this blog. Even the incoming links and came from urls are different. Odd, and something I may need to study a bit.

I noticed Bonne’s most recent Sunday brunch (December 10) topic about the degree of being out. It was interesting to read everyone’s responses. Lot’s of thoughts about that are sifting through my brain. The honest truth is, that while the subject simply doesn’t come up in everyday work related conversations, having been cornered by a blackmailer so that it just made sense to pre-empt them and reveal my blog and all of its implications to my employer, has, so far at least, not ruined my life or career. Sure it was incredibly upsetting and intensely stressful at the time, in the fallout, life has gone on and very little has changed. In truth, in-spite of the sensational nature of the revelations about my private predelictions and the sensitive nature of the work I do, my career has not ben hurt, but rather has enjoyed several challenges and boosts this year. I’d already been found on line by a co-worker who made sure to share his discovery with most of my peers by then even though I had no clue. They knew, and had known for more than a year. I wish I’d been aware of that at the time, but I wasn’t, so I went through a very stressful period of extreme worry, that could have been much easier than it was if I’d known. No one in my real life treated me differently, and no one in my real life treated me as a bad person. I’m out to my therapist too, and while I’m still grappling with some uncomfortable insights about my life until now, I’m now more sure than ever that healthy relationships are not about being “normal” as much as they are about open mutuality, acceptance, unselfish generosity and way up there on top, mutual trust and respect. My mother already knew I’d been threatened with a spanking now and then, I don’t know what she really grasped of it. She recently got on line when my brother, who is an animation entrepreneur moved back home from France and needed internet connectivity. He’s not going to be there long, but his passage through her home has forced connections she’s never had the impulse to explore. I’ve sent her some of my better drawings in e-mail. I’ll let her be the one to lead if further disclosures are welcome. In the last 5 years on line, I’ve gone from living in abject fear of having my secret spanking desire revealed, to gradually opening up and putting more and more of it out there. So much of what I shared from that initial place of deep insecurity came out in a relieved torrent, into the 1st format that welcomed it. No more recriminations about mistakes made though …. It’s out. It’s out here forever, and really, I’m not ashamed of who I am, and sincerely believe that everyone who matters will adapt and integrate what they need to in order to keep you.

I’ve learned something just recently, as much as I fear losing others, most of those who really matter in my life are subject to the same fears in reverse.

Certainly there’s no need to bombard casual friends with details of your sexual life, by the same token withholding intimacies from your intimates creates barriers. The more you invest in a barrier, the harder it becomes to explain why when it gets breached and what you’ve been hiding comes out.

Most parents want happy children. If your life with your significant other is strong, and your basic comfort and stability is what you lean on and they see, having them find out and ask questions is nothing more than one of those discomforting conversations kids & parents have on any number of topics. And I have a theory about you and siblings… You are a spanko … there’s good evidence this is a consequence your basic genetic wiring. The chances are very good that your siblings and several other of your relatives are too.

Anyway, I’m out, not just on line, but also in my day to day world. Nothing about being out other than the discomfort of the initial realization that what I though was secret wasn’t has proved out to be the thing I’ve feared and hidden from all my life…. What a waste of precious time!

Well I’m off to the shower & an early bedtime…. Y’all be well

Do you ever have stretches of time where you feel out of touch with your own mind? Where completing a linear thought feels like a super human task? I’ve started and abandoned a hundred posts about topics from copyright to spanking to going to weddings to just being to silly poems and sexy sensual vignettes over the last weeks.

LOL, Yeah I’m admitting that for the last several weeks I’ve been close to vegetative. Having computer problems hasn’t helped, especially because in my muddled pre-occupied state I’ve made the mistake of mostly hoping they’re transient glitches and will go away. Well they weren’t and they won’t. My laptop has officially crashed as far as internet connectivity goes, and I will be lucky to rescue anything before I have to resort to a full system restore. The real challenge is not just going to be getting back my half done never posted writings and all of my saved archives from he old blog, but also finding the CD’s & what the heck I did with my software including the discs that came with the laptop.

In the meantime I’m back using my G-Mac. It was buggy, shutting down with no warning, every 20 minutes or less, but since I did its system restore, upgraded the Tiger OS 10 version it came with and have refrained from loading any windows based programs on it, so far … touch wood … secret no jinx prayer and water & salt “keep this system up and going please, please, please all you IT gods & goddesses,” it’s been behaving… well for the 36 hours I’ve had it back on and in use anyway.

I’m without a scanner & printer driver & without my photoshop or any equivalent image managing software. Yeah I have some new drawings done including a silly CSW logo thing, but before I can use my scanner, I’ve got to bite the bullet & buy the Mac versions of Photoshop or the fire thing that comes with macromedia. I’m also without Frontpage, the software I used to create this blog and the connected gallery website. I’ve got Freeway, but it’s very different than Frontpage. I’ll have to rebuilt the whole gallery in Freeway and re-upload it in order to be able to edit any of the pages going forward. Even my more complex, but paid for Dreamweaver Macromedia suite version is the Windows version. At least with Dreamwaever I know how to preserve the Frontpage basics. I’ve got three very expensive programs that I own, paid for legitimately & can’t use on my Mac! That really pisses me off. This business of license by machine is a racket. I’m the owner, I’ve paid a whole shit load of money, the fact that I have to move every year or so to a new machine, or that I may own two different operating systems at one time should not limit the portability of products I have paid through the ringer for!… I can move every other high dollar appliance that I own with me wherever I go. I should be allowed to move software that I paid more than my computer for with me too!!!!!!

OK, I’m done ranting…. But… just so you know,

The wordpress interface for this blog supports absolutely none of the rich text posting tool bar, just like blogger didn’t, so I’m back to having to use raw code just to make simple posts y’all can read again … but … when I restored this Mac to it’s basic system to try and cure it’s bugs, I lost all the sample how to code for this & that files I’d saved and clustered in a tool box folder, so, I’m once again barely literate and in need of motivation to go hunting for how to tutorials again.

Like I said I’m not quite competent to complete an actual thought lately, forcing myself back into adapting to a Mac environment instead of riling against its incompatibility with 90 % of what I want to do the way I’m economically set up to do it, is a bit beyond me for the moment… It will have to do & I will have to fix my laptop or do without it; even buying a new one will not give me back everything I had loaded on it….

Getting myself organized so I can actually get a post up at all has taken me three days.

Oooooooooohhhhmmmmmmmmmm mMmMmMmMmMmMmMmmmmmmmmmmm Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

Come with me to the sensual release of all the preceeding nervous tension… As Magdelena of Myths and Metawhores suggests with Water Baby’s hmmmm… here’s an attempt at a distracted erotic aside….

I came in the door, a disconnected urgency disrupted or rather I would better say, prevented, my peace. Lately, everything and anything had taken on the power to occupy my mind. I was overwhelmed with my own mind’s miriade of voices, thoughts, baseless urgent impulses that chattered and carried on with little more than disconnected, disjointed just noise. Nothing at all with any semblance of meaning managed to pierce the din, until the sensual silken cool of the evening air made it possible for me to find the simple words tonight. “Shut up!” I whispered to the muddled, chatter that had been my thoughts for days.I’d driven home with my car windows open, and the bordering on cold air had just about taken my senses over. Some of you may not be able to identify with this, but as a woman raised where there are seasons, and real and severe cold was an entrenched part of life … there are times when it truly feels like nature takes that kind of cold and turns it into a cruel tease down here. An evening kissing the 50’s where driving home reminds you what cool feels like and that sweaters have a purpose, both refresh senses and pester them. By the time I chirp locked my car, collected my mail and locked my front door behind me, my flesh was awake and wanting the kind of attention that, while it might eventually sooth, would first bring a crest to all the screaming desires that my intellectual confusion couldn’t drown out any more.

Like I said, I’m in a mental muddle…. slightly refreshed … now though, but Lordy!

I dunno what’s been up for the last couple of days, but I’ve been unable to open either the Gallery or this blog and comments have stopped comming through to my e-mail.  Every try to get on took me to that “page cannot be found” error page.  I paniced that I’d been hacked or had my quite expensive accounts shut down for some reason the didn’t see fit to tell me about.  Needless to say I’ve spent a lot of time these last few day on hold and trying to trouble shoot with Go Daddy support folks.  Miraculously, without any explainable reason the pages started to load again just an hour ago.  I’m sorry if I’ve seemed off line to anyone else too.  It was not by choice.  I’m hoping it was something with my computer.  McAffee’s been popping up with a lot of “Registry change” warnings asking me if I want to block or allow them these last several days.  Even though I choose block each time, when I’ve checked my firewall event log I see some registry access requests have been allowed without any warning between the pop ups. 

It may be time for me to retire this lap top.  I’m just too darned illiterate in these things to be able to problem solve what kind of spyware has loaded through all the protection I try to keep up to date, and find out never mind disable who has gained access to my drives, passwords etc.  Someone has though.  My cookies keep clearing all by themselves and my aol & yahoo passwords keep gettng changed so almost everytime I want to log on to either I have to go through the ID check thing & no longer have access to that e-mail rigamarole.  I came home yesterday to find the log in screen to g-mail open.  Every so often g-mail will make you re-login, so I just hit the ok button.  It didn’t go through because the username & password didn’t match - hey???????  both of those fields were already populated, I just hit ok.  What’s up?  I didn’t repopulate the now empty fields, I just closed the window in frustration.  Well apparently some spyware can do that - pop up what looks like a legit screen hoping when its boggus data forces a reload request from the legit site,  you’ll just repopulate it without even thinking it’s a ploy so it can capture your real userID and password and you will never be the wiser.  Too much of that’s been happening to me lately, be it getting in to go daddy, stat counter, aol, yahoo, or this blog’s administration.  It seems like I’m getting booted mid use and required to re-enter, or I’m just trying to enter and being forced to retrieve my “forgotten” password, or even told in e-mails that my password’s been requested to be changed without ever having made such a request.  Thing is I never follow links in e-mails to provided addresses to answer these things, I always back out and go to the main site and access customer service links.  I never enter my user id or password in any site I have not actively gone to from my saved favorites.  Is it possible that there’s a worm or spyware that’s able to tag and track favorites and autopopulate features in both apple/mac & windows that is still flyng under the radar?  Who knows…

Anyway, I’ve not been absent on purpose, just so you know.  If all goes well I’ll try and catch up tomorrow, but for now, thank you ALL who’ve said hi.  I read all of you today and really wish I could stay up to answer right away since I’ve been so delinquent.  It’s a work day though, and I have a very early morning tomorrow… gotta be there before 7AM to reach night shift with some essential stuff before they go home & they really deserve not to be held up too much past their sleep time.

Thanks for your patience if you’ve been blocked from even reading here like me, sorry for being deliquent in answering comments for the last 4 days.  I owe y’all

Getting up in the morning is not one of my strong suits. I do it, but it’s rare that I’m ready to shake off the bond of dreams when the time comes, yet it’s been well over two years since I’ve had to set an alarm clock to help me get up. I wake up consistently within a few minutes of 5 AM, get up to pee, then crawl back under the covers and doze with the CBS news on in the back ground until about 7 when I hit the shower and officially get moving into the day. Once in a while I’ll have to clip off an hour of this lazy start because I need to get to work early, and every so often I’ll be restless and just stay up and putter at stuff.

We’ve had a series of cool fronts come through in the last few weeks, just a little drizzle on our end with a couple, but most of them were the kind of crystal clear dry fronts that just clear away every cloud drop temperatures and make for glorious days with air like silk. I positively love these mornings where I’ve had the windows open all night and by 5 AM I need the quilt and blanket. The covers feel so cozy when the air God breathes down is cooler than what the A/C is set to make. Mornings like this are rare treasures down here actually, and this season that offers them up is far too short.

I reveled in my snooze clusters and so did my schmoody kitties who are particularly snuggly when it’s cool at night. I went in to work and tidied up what I could. We have a deadline coming up Monday, and it took some doing to make sure we had the ducks lined up so it could be accomplished and no one had to give up their holiday. We made it. I sent everyone home at 2, and made my way out to pick up new shoes and some spanx pantyhose by 3. I have a wedding to go to for one of my employees on Saturday, and I just did not want to be shopping on Friday. Every chore just seemed to flow as if scheduled. Every green light was cued, there was a perfect parking space everywhere, and it was in and out. Black patent leather flats, black spanx hose, crystal and faux ruby choker with earings to match … zip, zap, zoom … (my dress is a slinky red spandex & silk damask shift & jacket.)

The air outside was amazing; silky and comfy.

Todd’s flight came in at 4 and I made it just on time to catch him coming off the walkway. He made it home with no delays, wow! We’ve had a lovely afternoon and evening together and now he’s snoring on my sofa dead to the world. His day started at 5 AM too, but he didn’t get in any snoozes before he had to hit the ground running. We went for a long walk on some local nature trails that are among his favorite places. The sunset behind one of the county’s last remaining natural groves of Sabal Palms while we walked, and a very noisy family of green parrots happened to make the trees near my car their stopping place as the sky turned an amazing vermillion. If only I’d had my camera! What a perfect evening. It struck me as we walked to the car and he just ever so naturally talked about everything and anything, just how precious being alive, part of a family, too busy to think, worried about everything, and yet still able to appreciate natural perfection is.

We’ll be at Fred’s folk’s place most of tomorrow and probably a lot of Friday. I’ll be at the wedding on Saturday, and then Sunday’s filled with goodbyes and running around again. Who knows if my outlook Monday will be quite as optimistic….

We’re projected to get back in the 80’s and low 90’s again tomorrow & we’ll keep creeping higher day by day until our next front, but for at least another day we’ve got a gloriously cool night to enjoy. I know that cold fronts mean bad weather for parts of this country, sometimes even this part, but the cool that comes, with it’s incredibly silken air is so appreciated.