As I suspected, my meeting this morning was a waste of my time. None of it really pertained to me. My training will come tomorrow, supposedly. Since I’m the only one who does my job, I’m left largely to my own devices. I’m sure I’ll have to figure out most of it by myself. This afternoon, we’re rushing to get things done in the old system that won’t transfer to the new one. Of course, they should have both systems running side by side for a while, but that’s not how we roll.
I was tired last night, so we didn’t do anything. I wasn’t even up for snuggling. Right now, I have a headache from my meeting, and I’m working a little bit later than usual for the final push. It’s not all that late, though. Assuming I get rid of my headache and have leftover pizza for dinner, I should have enough energy for some Lion play. He’s a horny, horny boy, but what else is new.
Tonight, I think oral attention is warranted. I don’t know that he’ll have an orgasm, but I can certainly edge him. Groundhog Day seems like a good day to edge him over and over and over again with no orgasm. The date is also repetitive. 2-2-22 or 2-2-22 if you express it day, month, year rather than month, day, year. At least tomorrow won’t be Groundhog Day all over again. Maybe he’ll have an orgasm tomorrow. We’ll have to see what the calendar has in store for him.
A few months ago, I set up recurring tasks in my work calendar. Maybe I should set “just because” spankings up the same way. If he hasn’t earned a punishment, I should get a reminder to swat him anyway. Lion is always after me to set up my personal Outlook account. Now might be the perfect time to do so.