I may have made too much of the fact that I love Lion’s cream filling. I mean, I do love it. But it’s not the end of the world if I don’t get it. I don’t want to make him feel bad. As long as an orgasm feels good to him and he’s healthy, cream filling isn’t necessary. If there’s some underlying condition that’s disrupting flow and it has a detrimental effect on Lion, then he should get it taken care of. Otherwise, it’s similar to hair. If Lion was bald, I’d still love him. If he has hair, I still love him. Cream filling is a tasty treat, but not as tasty as the whole Lion.
Lion seems to be in better spirits. It’s very easy to let things pile up until they become overwhelming. I’m not trying to diminish what he was feeling. I’m simply saying I think he’s been worrying about a lot of things and they just all happened to crash in on him at the same time. When I was with my ex, I used to say I could handle when either work or home was bad. When they were both bad, it was too much. Now I work from home. Uh oh. Luckily, home isn’t usually bad, so I only have to worry about work. Lion is basically trapped at home, so he really doesn’t have many distractions. It certainly doesn’t help if I’m not distracting him. Luckily, I’m pretty good at it.
Tonight, I think we’ll play Zapardy. Of course, that assumes hockey isn’t taking over again. First it was basketball playoffs. Now it’s hockey playoffs. The only sport we watch is football, so we have little tolerance for our shows being interrupted by not-football. Fair warning, my pet. You better hope there’s an opera category and not pop music. Zap.