I didn’t go out last night as planned. We decided it was too risky with omicron being so widespread. Neither one of us can afford to get sick. It’s bad enough Lion has an eye doctor appointment tomorrow. We can’t risk missing it.
Since I stayed home, I thought we could do something. Lion snoozed while I made dinner. He snoozed after dinner. He snoozed after I did the dishes. Sure, he woke up here and there, but he snoozed most of the evening. He was wide awake around 9 and I expected him to ask if I was coming over to snuggle. By that time, I was getting tired. Sometimes, when he’s snoozed, I figure he should be rested enough to do things later. Of course, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be ready to do things because I haven’t been snoozing.
We have to figure out a way to get our schedules synced up. I’d say we could try as soon as I’m done with work, but sometimes he’s already napping then. He says I can wake him up. I always figure if he’s sleeping, he must be tired. Plus, won’t he be groggy? I wouldn’t be in the mood right after I woke up, especially if someone woke me up. I guess I can try. The worst that can happen is it doesn’t work. It’s not working right now, so there isn’t much to lose.
I know he was sick for a bit and I gave him some leeway to recover. But now he’s messing with my goal of giving him more orgasms per month. At this rate, he’ll need to get seven in February. And it’s a short month. Chop, chop, Lion. Time’s a-wastin’.