We had to have a tree cut down. The heavy snow brought down a lot of branches and weakened it. It was the tree that grew through the deck. Or would have if the deck builder ever came back to finish the job. In hindsight, I guess it was good the deck wasn’t finished first. We would have had to fix the hole left by the absence of the tree.
I went to work and left Lion to defend the fort. We emailed back and forth a bit and then he was silent. I didn’t get a response when I asked if he was okay. I assumed he was asleep so I didn’t text him. It’s always tricky when I know he’s alone and not one hundred percent. Do I panic and assume the worst? Do I assume he’s okay and stay at work as I did today? Some day whatever choice I make is going to bite me in the butt. Lion was asleep. He ate lunch, felt dizzy and went to sleep. No harm, no foul.
Last night we snuggled for a little while. Lion’s shoulder was sore so it didn’t last long. Plus, we both get uncomfortable from our weird positions and someone has to move eventually. I stayed close and we continued to watch TV.
I’m sure if I pressed the point and told Lion we were going to start playing again tonight, he’d be game. At least he’d try to be game. I don’t know how it would actually go, but he’d try. I just don’t think there’s any need to push it. It will happen when it happens. At some point Lion will let me know he’s ready and we’ll start. I know that doesn’t make for very good reading but that’s where we are right now.
While I’m thinking about it, Lion’s post this morning dealt with cages and how the Nub makes his penis disappear. I sort of like the idea of his being able to see my weenie when it’s locked away. He can look but not touch. It’s just out of reach. In the Nub it’s out of sight, out of mind. Nope. I like him to see what he can’t have. That’s not to say I won’t ever put him in the Nub. I reserve the right to lock my weenie in whatever I want.