Lion wasn’t feeling well yesterday. He hadn’t eaten all day, and I was looking for something very bland to feed him. I suggested toast. We’d had egg noodles the night before. Toast seemed like a good idea. Lion agreed and said it was actually just the right amount of food. I wasn’t feeling 100% either, but I’d eaten lunch. We had toast again this morning to be on the safe side.
To make matters worse, he tripped over a dog toy and fell. Of course, while he was on the floor, he was in the puppy realm, so she gave him kisses and thought it was great fun. He doesn’t think he landed on his knee, but his knee was sore. Every time he moved, he winced. Walking to and from the bathroom was a procedure.
I did some chores, played with the psycho puppy, and watched TV with Lion. He snoozed a bit, and we held hands. Even if it weren’t two days post-orgasm, I wouldn’t expect him to want sex. I know, sometimes sex can take your mind off of things. This would not have been one of those times. Given his stomach situation, he wasn’t asking for anything, but I don’t mind running to get him things when he’s hurt or sick. I like taking care of him.
This afternoon I have a doctor’s appointment, and then I’m running to Costco. I don’t know when I’ll make it home, but I’m pretty sure he won’t want any sexual attention tonight either. Dinner will probably be something plain again. That’s fine with me. I’ll go with whatever works for him. If he’s fine, we can be a little more adventurous. I doubt his knee will be back to normal. I get another night of taking care of him. Lucky me. No, really. I am lucky.