Between mowing the lawn and working on our farms, I was wiped out yesterday. I think part of it might have been the heat from being outside even before it got hot. Another part of it might have been residual blah from COVID. I’m used to being achy and tired. This was not normal achy and tired. I did rest a bit before I got up to do the next task, but I think the problem was that I didn’t really rest. When I finally went to lie in bed with my feet up, I started to feel a lot better. I need to learn to fall down when I’m dying. There’s just so much to do around here.
By the time I made dinner, I was feeling a little better. Then I ate too much and felt worse. We tend not to eat lunch on the weekend. I won’t say that makes me eat more. I think any amount of food would be sort of a shock at that point. And I did overeat last night because it was so good. I just can’t seem to get a handle on how much pasta to make. I usually make too much. Portion control is not my strong suit.
I’m not even sure I would have been okay to play with Lion even if my stomach wasn’t bothering me. I might have been able to snuggle and fondle, but anything else might have been too much. I didn’t sleep very well last night, but I’m determined to be ready to play tonight. Lion needs to be edged. He’ll say he’d like an orgasm, of course. I won’t guarantee that, but I will get him to the edge, assuming he’s able to get there. I don’t want to pressure him. Maybe he won’t feel like doing anything tonight. That’s fine. I just don’t want to disappoint him.