I found two of the three boxes with spanking implements in them. I also found the strap to tie Lion to the spanking bench. We’re all set. Lion’s buns would be bright red on Saturday night. Then we went out.

Lion and our former landlord have been arguing back and forth about the security deposit and how much should be returned to us. Each one thinks he’s right, and neither is backing down. Lion decided to send a certified letter to the former landlord stating his case. We went to find an open post office.

On the way home, we stopped for Blizzards from DQ. We watched planes take off from the local airport, with Mt. Rainier in the background. It was a warm, clear day.

Pretty much as soon as I walked in the door, I realized how wiped out I was. I did a few more things before I decided I should either lie down or my body would decide it for me. Around the same time, Lion started feeling sick. Of course, he was much sicker than I was. We’ve had discussions before about not being able to quantify or qualify how sick a person is. I’m sure it has a lot to do with pain thresholds and underlying conditions and what else might be lurking under the surface. It might even vary from one time to the next. For example, child birth is not always the same every time. One person’s broken leg might be more painful than another person’s even if the break is in the same exact location. Was I sicker than Lion? I don’t know. My illnesses tend to drag out. Because I don’t feel like absolute garbage, I tend to keep moving. Who would let the dog out? Who would make dinner? I can probably count on one hand the number of times I was leveled by an illness.

Anyway, Lion went to bed, and that was it for him. By Sunday night, I was joking that he got sick because I found the paddles, and he didn’t want to be spanked. I’m sure he’d much rather have dealt with a sore butt than whatever virus he had. I’m sure I gave it to him. I was the last one to venture out of the house. I was the first to get sick, even if it didn’t seem as bad. I am Typhoid Mary when it comes to sharing my illnesses.

Today is the first day Lion has been vertical since Saturday. I’m not pushing for a spanking today. It’s probably still too soon. Aside from his recovery, I still don’t feel all that great. We’ll get there. For now, the spanking bench is still calling his name.

I know I haven’t posted in a while. Aside from working, unpacking, and caring for things around here, I’ve been slacking. There’s been no spanking, no orgasms (I offered one the other night, but we didn’t get any further than that), no real snuggling, etc. Overtime is mandatory at work again this week. And I also haven’t felt well for the past few days. Yup. Slacking.

Tomorrow, we have tickets to see “The Fantastiks” in a town near the old house. Of course, when I got the tickets, we had no idea we’d be moving, much less to where. Lion likes the show, and it’s in a small theater I thought would be fairly easy to navigate. It will be his first outing in a long time. The last one was a doctor’s appointment. I hope this one will be more enjoyable.

We haven’t ventured out to explore our new area yet. I’ve been trying to concentrate on unpacking. We have a lot of stuff.

A lot.

I have the kitchen mostly functional. I dug out the kitchen table and we ate at it. Once. The rest of the meals are in the bedroom. I’d think it would be easier for Lion to eat at the table, but he’s set in his ways.

I know Lion is looking for a spanking. It’s been ages. Unfortunately, there are other things demanding attention first. Maybe I can carve out ten minutes this weekend in between boxes. The spanking bench is already at the foot of the bed. I need to grab his hairbrush, and we’ll be all set.

I have been packing and sorting for weeks now. Despite taking things for donation and our garbage can being overflowing, I see little progress. Finally, I told Lion I need a garbage hauler. Last time we moved, we got rid of a lot of junk. Some of it was able to be donated so that was nice. This time, I put some stuff by the road, which usually gets picked up quickly, but the old lawnmower is still hanging around. I was sure it would be the first thing to go. Anyway, I need the junk hauler/donation people to take it and a few other items too big to fit in the car.

I’m also contemplating just boxing up the rest of the crap and taking it with us. I know it’s not ideal, but I feel like sorting is slowing me down. Obvious junk can be tossed, but whether we want this toaster or that mug feels pointless right now. The pantry is still a disaster area. I’m starting to lose track of which is the donation pile and which is the moving pile. I’m frazzled.

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Lion knows he’s getting furry. Waxing will have to wait. Click image to view larger.

Lion is not able to help with packing and moving, so he has been planning the set up of the TV and our internet. He gets annoyed when I don’t know the difference between the router and the modem. To be fair, I count five or six boxes on the shelf above my desk. Do we need all of them? What are they all? It just seems needlessly complicated to me. His solution is to make labels for each box. At least I’ll know which one to unplug if he needs it rebooted.

Then there’s the hookups for the generator and the car. He’s bought this wire and that connector and did I take it to the new house yet? I don’t know. I’ve tried putting stuff in one spot to be sure it gets there, but I’m losing track of what wire is what and what connector is what. Don’t I know what a thingamabob widget is? Nope. And I don’t want to know. I’ve got boxes to pack. And unpack in a few days.

The other day, he asked about using some Edex. You bet! I have no idea how long it was since his last orgasm. I know he does. Yes, I know. It’s on the website. [Lion — No, not on the website anymore. No point.] Anyway, he did the shot, and he got his orgasm. I didn’t mention that he was furry. I know he knows this, too. The waxing supplies are packed away. I don’t have time to wax him anyway. It will have to wait until after we’ve moved and somewhat unpacked.

Tonight, I’ll make another donation run before trying to get some more packing done. I have to get it done.

Several coworkers and I joke about burning the house down behind us when we move. It will be easier than packing. Just buy new stuff and move on. If only it were that simple. There are things we want to keep because they mean something to us. Most other things we keep because it doesn’t make any sense to buy a new bed or a new washing machine. And other things we can safely toss out. The problem is it takes time to go through everything. And room. It takes room to create a “keep” and “toss” pile. I’m making somewhat steady progress. The living room is pretty much done. The next, most daunting task is the pantry. That may take weeks to figure out. Unfortunately, we don’t have weeks. I’ll take some Tylenol and hit it as soon as I’m done writing.

Lion has been snoozing a lot. It didn’t bother me until this morning, as I was packing, and he was still in bed. The other day, I tried to make a kennel reservation for the dog for a few days during the move. She’s an escape artist who loves nothing more than outwitting me by sneaking out the door if I leave it unguarded for a split second. Obviously, the movers need the door open. She’d be underfoot anyway. It turned out one of the dates for the kennel was unavailable. Lion said it was because I waited too long. I then had the task of finding a new kennel. Why? I mean, I know we need to board her. But why do I have to do it? I’m working and packing, and Lion isn’t. Granted, he’s been doing the logistics of utilities and movers. This morning, I was just feeling like I had enough on my plate, and I wanted to tell him to get his lazy ass out of bed. I didn’t, of course. His ass was perfectly fine where it was. He wasn’t in the way. What could he be doing anyway?

Then I sat down to have a drink before I tackle the pantry. Lion asked me to look for a kennel. Grumble, grumble, grumble. Why am I looking? But I didn’t say it. I looked and found one close to the new house. I was looking at the dates we needed, and something didn’t seem right. I was off by a day. We need Monday night through Friday morning. I was looking for Tuesday through Saturday. Friday night was the problem with the regular kennel. I just did the new reservation and I’m hoping they’ll confirm it once they get back in the office later today.

Lion hates when I blame things on him sleeping, but I haven’t snuggled next to him lately because as soon as I get over there, he falls asleep. (Sometimes I do too.) And it’s such a process to get over there and back. I sleep with a weighted blanket and there’s a gap between the beds. My shoulder has been hurting so I can’t really snuggle in the way I used to. It winds up just being me sort of closer to him. But I need to put all that aside and get as close as I can get more often. We’re both a little (maybe Lion more so than me) freaked out about the move and we need to be closer.