So much for my four day weekend. However, I’m about to have a thirty day weekend. Last night we were informed that the office will be closing except for emergencies. I have to give my boss a quick refresher course on how to do my job so when I come back I have less of a mess. Some work still has to go on even if most of us are gone.

Obviously this is a necessary move. Cutting down on the spread of the virus has been on everyone’s mind for some time. Of course, it doesn’t make it any easier when you lose income. But there are some safety nets being implemented. It’s not like we’re the only ones dealing with a loss of income. Banks and landlords and utility companies are, presumably, being understanding with late or no payments. The important thing is to get through this thing.

As you can imagine, Lion is worried about the loss of income, but he might be a little more worried about the impact on his butt. Quite literally, in fact. If we are in close quarters, he’s more likely to get himself into trouble. He won’t do anything intentionally. I suspect he won’t have to. It will just happen. He’s already got cabin fever. I’ll be a little more tolerant of the situation, but I’ll probably have cabin fever eventually. As much as we want to spend all our time together, I’m sure we’ll need a little space from each other too. Luckily, the house is just big enough to be apart when needed. Lion has his office as his sanctuary and I can go outside.

Lion has already pointed out that I can start unpacking again since I’ll have time. This is true. I’ll uncover the rest of our stuff and when the pantry is all cleared out, we can set up the waxing station. Yay! (She says unconvincingly.)

And we’ll have all the time in the world to play. Lion is still working but I’m sure we can find time to play. He’ll make sure of it. This will be good. Well, this will be fine.

For the past few hours, I’ve been listening to the person on my webinar drone on and on. To be fair, a webinar is far better than being there in person. I’m reading emails, playing games, texting with people, etc., which I couldn’t do if I was in a face to face seminar. My boss and I are taking turns sending text messages back and forth to keep the other awake. If this was the requirement for my working at home I think I’d rather deal with being at risk for the virus. The good thing is that if I worked from home, I’d do pretty much the same thing I do at the office. And for that reason, I don’t understand why the big bosses won’t approve of my work from home. I assume we’ll break for lunch soon. My boss says her boss wants to discuss something with her. We’re wondering if it has anything to do with closing the office. It’s possible that a few of us would still be able to work since we do paperwork and billing. You have to keep the money flowing while you can.

When my webinar is done, I’ll be able to spend some time with Lion. He’s working from home and I’m not sure if he’s busy with things or not. He’ll have time for lunch and maybe some snuggles later. We’ll see what happens from there.

Last night I whomped his buns for eating before me at breakfast yesterday. He disagrees but I think I started off slow. I didn’t hit hard. I’m assuming this because I didn’t bring the paddle back very far between hits. The force shouldn’t have been as hard as if I’d worked up a full head of steam. On the other hand, it might not have been as “not hard” as I intended. I did use a nasty paddle, after all.

I didn’t count swats. A few weeks ago, Lion mentioned my spanking experiment when I counted swats. I’m not sure why I stopped counting. Maybe I should go back to it. For now, I’ve been going by the level of yelps from Lion and how pink/red/bruised his buns look. Last night, his buns got a nice starting-to-bruise look to them long before the little dots of blood showed up. As a matter of fact, I decided he’d get one more round of ten swats on each cheek and two rounds of five harder swats on each cheek just before the blood showed up. Even after I was done, there wasn’t much blood. I tried to blot it off and it only made two tiny dots on the towel.

I wasn’t going for blood. I was going for bruising at the most. What I really wanted was for Lion to feel it today. I asked him this morning and he said his buns were fine but he was still in the soft bed. I haven’t heard a report since he’s been in his office chair. I guess those marks weren’t really bruises.

For months I’ve been dreading the seminar that was scheduled for tomorrow. It was cancelled because of the virus, but the show must go on. They are able to do it as a webinar. I was just told this morning, in an effort to keep as many people out of the office as possible, I can stay home and watch the webinar. You don’t have to ask me twice! I already had my hours cut and I’m not working Friday. Four day weekend! I mean…darn it!


Washington state has over 50 deaths from the virus. There’s a rumor that the governor will hold a press conference at some point today to shut the state down to all but essential movement. Grocery stores (and their suppliers), gas stations, hospitals, etc. will continue to operate. I’m not sure about restaurants. This is all so scary.


Lion and I are fine in terms of food for now but who knows how long this will last. Some estimates are a few months. Others say over a year. Will it become like the gas rationing of the ’70s? I’ve already seen long lines just to be tested for the virus. I hope, once more is known, the panic will die down. There’s no reason to buy all the toilet paper in the store. But if this drags out over a year, maybe those hoarders had the right idea after all.


It will be nice to be home with Lion for four days. He’d be happier if he hadn’t broken a rule this morning. He ate before I did. Now he’s concerned that if I’m around more, he’ll have more opportunities to annoy and earn more punishment. The poor boy. It’s been a few weeks since he’s been punished. I think he can handle four days of close contact. If things are shut down, he’ll have a lot more days than that.


We didn’t do anything last night. It wasn’t planned. I guess we both just felt like taking the night off. We held hands a bit while we watched TV. I’m sure we’ll ramp things up over the next few days. He’s still working but I’m not sure how busy he is. Other than the webinar, which lasts all day, I don’t have anything planned. There’s nowhere to go. We can snuggle all day if we want. Of course, that snuggling can lead to much more.

I called to cancel my dentist appointment this morning and I was told the office was closing anyway. I’m wondering how long other standalone doctor offices will remain open. I’m assuming the dentist would reopen for an emergency. Are pediatricians, for example, closing to all but emergent appointments? Is everyone just expected to go to the emergency room? It’s very confusing. I’m waiting for my office to close. I think the only thing keeping us open is the doctors’ desire for the almighty dollar.


Although I would lose my paycheck if the office closes, I’ll be home with Lion and that’s the best place to be, virus or no virus. Other than another trip to Costco to get more dog medication, I’m not going anywhere near stores. The hybrid car will eventually need gas, but that requires no human contact.


I suppose the best thing about being house-bound, would be more play time for Lion. If I’m home constantly then I should have all the time in the world for him. Of course, if we’re in close quarters, he’s more likely to annoy me. Then he might be sorry he ever asked me to punish him. It may take a while (a few days tops) but he’d be sorry eventually.


Now that we have a supply of coconut oil, we can test out the theory that it’s better than other lube. There will be plenty of time for experimentation if I’m home 24/7. Again, I’m assuming the worst, but I think it may come to that. Even if it only lasts for a week or two, closing most businesses down might act like a fire break to stop the spread of the virus.


From a financial standpoint, I hope it doesn’t come to that, but I’m actually looking forward to being “trapped” in the house with Lion. A forced staycation isn’t the worst thing in the world.