Our predicted snowfall turned into rain. Now we’re worrying about floods and landslides. Nope. You can’t please us. All of the mountain passes near us are closed until Saturday. The avalanche danger is too high to work on the roads. The year we moved here, there was widespread flooding that closed the interstate to the south. When the passes closed, we were essentially cut off from the outside world. That’s okay. Everyone forgets we’re up here anyway.
Lion has been tired the past few days. Last night he didn’t eat dinner because he wasn’t feeling well either. He came out of his office around 11 this morning and he was in bed snoozing until lunch. It’s such a dreary day, snoozing in bed sounds like a great thing to do. I’m not sure if he’ll be up for any sexual activity later or not. I’m here for whatever he decides. It’s not like I can force him to have sex. And I wouldn’t want to if he’s tired or not feeling well.
As Lion mentioned in his post this morning, a literary agent contacted him about his book. I think it’s exciting news. It may not lead to anything but it’s nice to know someone is interested aside from me. I think Lion is an excellent writer. He says I have to say that because I’m married to him. (I don’t have to say it.) I could tell him if I didn’t like it. I did ask questions about his plot line and he explained why he wrote things a certain way. It wouldn’t do him any good if I just blindly said it was wonderful and I wouldn’t change a thing. He needs real feedback. Maybe he’ll get another opinion from the agent.
We haven’t really been out of the house since Christmas eve. I ventured to a local store a few blocks away to get veggies, but I haven’t gone any further. There was no reason to risk going out in the snowy, icy weather. It’s a good thing we love each other so much. Other couples may have killed each other by now. I’m happy to be stuck with him.