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We had a quiet weekend. Mrs. Lion wasn’t feeling well and we hunkered down under the covers most of the time. We had lots of leftover turkey to eat along with the other Christmas dinner fixings. We are simple souls and don’t mind several meals in a row of the same things. I’ve been busy writing my first novel. I haven’t said much about it because I was far from certain I could actually write a full-length book. I did!

Now that I have, I wonder if anyone will want to read it. I intend it to be for the romance novel crowd. I’m far from sure what they want to read. I suspect that I am too kinky for them. I get bored writing about fucking and sucking. My stuff is spicier. Is it too hot for the people who buy such books? I’ll find out soon enough.

I’ve debated whether to talk about the book here. It isn’t really aimed at our readers. On the other hand, I think you might like it. It’s the story of a TV sitcom star who loses her show. She decides to answer a letter from one of her fans. They exchange emails and end up meeting. Yes, there’s lots of fucking and sucking. There are also handjobs and some spanking too. Mrs. Lion has been editing and proofreading. My good friend Julie of strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com has given me wonderful feedback. I’m planning on releasing it in about a week.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense that I’m worrying so much. I guess I can’t help it. Mrs. Lion and I have written well over 2 million words here. People still read what we write. Now, I’m hoping some folks will also pay for it. Given the pandemic and my loss of work, I’m hoping that my next career will be as an author. I’ll shamelessly ask you to buy my book when it is published.

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Lion and I managed not to annoy each other any more yesterday. At least I think I did. I know he didn’t annoy me again. My dizziness continued if I was moving around a lot. We decided waxing was out. I managed to get the garbage out and had to sit for a while. Lion suggested pizza for dinner. He was trying to avoid having me make dinner. I didn’t really want pizza and decided I could make open-faced turkey sandwiches without too much trouble.

This morning I woke up with a migraine hangover. I don’t know what else to call it. I don’t usually get too much pain with the migraine itself. The pain comes the following day in the form of a bruised brain feeling. I don’t remember ever having dizziness with a migraine, but they are tricky little devils and don’t follow the rules all the time. Next time I’ll know.

Needless to say, we didn’t do anything last night. I was trying not to fall off the world (it wasn’t that bad) and Lion was snoozing off and on. We watched part of the Giants game in the morning and decided they weren’t worth watching later. The Seahawks won so we didn’t watch that game. It’s weird but if I know the outcome, we rarely watch the game. (We record most games to watch later.) Since there was nothing on TV, we watched the Green Bay game. I don’t think anyone can beat Green Bay at Lambeau Field in the snow. Then we watched reruns for the rest of the night.

I don’t know when I’ll circle around to wax Lion. It won’t be tonight but it might be some night this week. Since I’m home I can get the wax melted so it’s ready for after work. Or we can wait till the weekend. He’s not too furry. He tickles my nose a bit, but it’s no problem. I can give him his haircut any night. I just want to give him some action tonight. It doesn’t even have to be much action. If he’s not ready for too much that’s fine. I’m really trying to avoid inertia. That’s the enemy.

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As Mrs. Lion mentioned in her post, I narrowly avoided being spanked by setting up the coffee pot before she woke up. She also mentioned that I annoyed her during our breakfast conversation. This is one of those classic marriage issues: We agreed to have waffles for breakfast the night before. When Mrs. Lion got up to make breakfast, she said that maybe it was too late for waffles. I answered, “Is it?”

She replied, “OK, I’ll make waffles.”

I said, “Don’t do that if it’s too late.”

The essence of the exchange was that by asking a question, I caused Mrs. Lion to reverse her decision not to make them. This, in turn, upset me because I didn’t want her doing something she really wasn’t up for. Then she reacted to that by going to make them anyway. I finally said that we don’t need them today. We can have waffles another day.

The conversation was unsatisfying for both of us. The only difference being that I could end up being spanked. I think that the problem may have to do with the assumptions Mrs. Lion makes.  I think that she assumes that if I ask a question about a comment she makes, that I am challenging it. By asking if it was too late, I was saying that I didn’t think it was too late. Even if that was my meaning, the last thing I wanted was for her to reverse herself. I expected her to say, “Yes it is. We can try another morning,” or, “Do you want them that badly?”

That would be a dialogue. I hate it when she reverses herself without a word and does what she said she didn’t want to do. That feels hostile to me and passive-aggressive. That’s how that exchange hit me. I wonder if what I’m expected to do is say nothing? That would make me unhappy.

Is what happened a spankable offense? I’m not sure. I think that spanking me would be better than what happened. It would be a definitive outcome of the transaction. It wouldn’t be what I want, but at least it would be direct.

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When the dog woke me up to go out at 7 am, I felt dizzy. No, I didn’t say ditzy. Often I am ditzy. It was not I’m-going-to-fall-down or the-room-is-spinning dizzy. It was just very unsettling. I decided it would go away with more sleep. Somewhere around 8:30 I woke up and realized Lion was in the kitchen rectifying the coffee pot not being set up. As long as it’s done before I go into the kitchen to push the button, he’s safe. But that was a close one.

I still felt dizzy. Oddly enough, I could read on my iPad and when Lion asked how I was feeling, I said I was good. I hadn’t stood up again. At ten I finally decided to go make breakfast. Lion bought a bubble waffle maker a few weeks ago and last night I said I’d try it out. However, at 10 am I thought it was too late to be messing around with it. Lion was disappointed. He asked if it was really too late. I said I thought so. He asked again if it was too late. Apparently it was not. I turned and walked toward the kitchen to make the damn bubble waffles. He said, “Just walk away.”

I know what you’re thinking. I should have jumped on him like he was a pogo stick, paddle in hand. First, he questioned me. Second, he questioned me. Third, he was snarky. If he was a kid, he would have been grounded. So why did I let him off? I don’t know. That’s been the $64,000 question. I don’t punish him when he “wrongs” me. I should. I know that. I could even punish him now, or at least tell him he’ll be punished later. I may do that. I haven’t decided yet. Yes, I do need to stick up for myself. No, I probably won’t punish him for it. No, I don’t know why.

Now that I’ve walked around the house a bit, I realize that I feel dizzier when I’m vertical. Laying in bed is fine. I don’t think I feel it much, if at all, there. I feel it sitting here writing this post. It’s not debilitating. I’ve turned on the wax and fully intend to rip Lion’s fur out in an hour or two. Eventually I have to get the garbage out to the curb. There are things that need to be done. I don’t think it will stop me. I just may not do anything unnecessary, not that I normally do unnecessary things.

My sinuses were hurting the other day. They’re sort of in the background right now. I think there may be a migraine wandering around in there too. I’m sure both of those things are contributing to the dizziness. I don’t think it’s anything serious. I’m not having a stroke. It’s not a brain tumor. I know Lion immediately jumps to the serious problems and wants to whisk me off to a doctor. If it’s a migraine, I wish it would just pop out and be done. I hate when they lurk.

The main thing is that I want to be not dizzy so we can play later. I know Lion may not be in the mood again after his recent orgasm, but I want to prime the pump. If I had planned for a New Year’s Eve orgasm, he can’t have one if he’s not horny. Well, I could probably give him one whether he wants it or not, but it wouldn’t really be fun for either of us. I’ll down some Tylenol to see if that gets me back into playing shape.