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The drug Lion is on to control the pressure in his eyes makes him sleepy. He’s been pretty out of it since the day after he started taking it. I think that’s probably why he wasn’t as responsive on our anniversary. The problem, of course, is that we have a lot to do to get ready to move and I need him somewhat responsive for some of it.

Today I’m planning on starting in the dungeon. I’ll separate things into keep, toss, and ask Lion piles. When he feels up to it he can decide on those things. I’ll pack the toys into the giant rolling tool box we used to move them here. There’s less chance of people opening it now than there was when we moved cross country but it can still serve its purpose. I may even be able to drag it up our ramp into the truck to move it ourselves and we can reuse it for other things. No one said a giant toy box can’t be multipurpose.

Last night before dinner, I suspended Lion’s rule for spilling food. We had tostadas and I knew he’d be wearing most of it. He was wobbly and uncoordinated. It just didn’t make sense to punish him for something that couldn’t possibly be his fault. It’s the same reason I suspended his rules after his neck surgery. As much as he’d try to follow them, he wasn’t always able to. In fact, I’ll just suspend the spilling rule until he’s off the drug. That eliminates any possibility of punishment (for spilling) until I reinstate it. I know I’m his disciplining wife, but the wife part is most important. It’s my job to take care of him.

Needless to say, Lion wasn’t in the mood for play last night. Actually, he might have been but he spent a good portion of the evening snoozing. Fair enough, I was tired too. I was also trying to figure out how to put ten pounds of stuff in a five pound house, to paraphrase an old saying. I found a website that allows you to play around with furniture placement. Unfortunately, the only way to know if things fit, for sure, is to try it in the real world. What can you do?

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Lion got me a new paddle for our anniversary. Well, he got it for himself. It’s for his butt. I’m just in charge of it. It’s actually a hair brush and he says no one will know what it’s for if they happen to see inside my purse. It’s very light and I’m not sure it will do much to him, but a test run proved it has some value. He might have been sensitive from the previous evening’s activities. Either way, it’s in my arsenal.

When I tried playing with him last night, he seemed a little less than interested. He said he’d been horny all day. Maybe the ups and downs of his health issues got to him. He had a set surgery date for his right eye and then the doctors consulted with each other and changed the date and the eye. This morning they’ve changed things again. It’s so bad that my boss said I missed punching in or out one day and she wondered if I came in late or left early. My coworker laughed and said good luck figuring out my schedule lately.

It’s no wonder Lion was distracted. I even gave him oral attention. I was planning on an anniversary orgasm. When oral wasn’t working, I went back to my hand. I managed to edge him once and couldn’t get any further. It’s not the end of the world. We can try again tonight or Saturday. The stress is getting to both of us.

The good news is that we definitely have the new house. We may sign the papers over the weekend or early next week. I’m hoping, even though the landlord is still working on fixing up the place, we can start moving some stuff in soon. I’m sure there are things we can put in the basement that will be out of the way for him and we won’t miss having at the old house. If we do a little at a time, we won’t have as much to move all at once. That’s the plan, at least.

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Our wedding cake.

You know we’re both out of it when we don’t even remember it’s our anniversary after we’ve been going on and on about it. Last night I moved over to snuggle with Lion and soon I heard his little snores. I didn’t move so I wouldn’t wake him up and then I was snoozing right along with him. This morning we were both having trouble functioning. At the same time, we both had an aha moment and wished each other a happy anniversary.

It’s been a rough week. Lion has had doctors appointments. We’ve been dealing with the logistics of moving. The old landlord wants her realtor friend to inspect the house to see what needs to be done for the sale. We’ve been exhausted. It’s the perfect storm.

I did snap at Lion the other night about packing. He said I need to get moving and I told him I can’t be with him watching TV if I’m supposed to be packing somewhere else in the house. It’s stress. I just need to pack and be done with it. We’re both adults. We can make it through this.

As Lion has said in a few posts, we met online August 13. Three days later we met in person. Neither of us was looking for anything serious. Even after I moved in, we swore we didn’t want to get married. We were committed to each other. What difference would a piece of paper make? A few years later, Lion got a good job and wanted to put me on his insurance. He also wanted to make sure we’d each be able to have a say in the medical care of the other.

I had four days off from work. Lion said, “We should get married.” on Friday. (Isn’t he a smooth operator with such a romantic proposal?) We got the marriage license, but had to wait 24 hours to get married. Of course, no justice of the peace was open on the weekend so that meant Monday. I called around on Monday and found a JOP willing to marry us. We yanked the secretary out of her office to be our witness. With an ice cream cake for a wedding cake, we were all set. And we were back to work the next day.

I like to tease Lion about his “proposal” and the fact that we never really had a honeymoon. The truth is, any trip we’ve ever taken could count as our honeymoon. While I didn’t need to get married to know Lion is stuck with me, it’s wonderful to be married to him. I told Lion we should do fourteen more years together. I’m ready!

[Lion — Only 14 more years?]

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I have a friend whose husband is dealing with a very serious illness. Well, more to the point, he’s not dealing with and he’s taking it out on her. She told me this morning they went to therapy a few years ago and the therapist counseled her to tell him she’s put a box around him representing the behavior she’ll deal with. Anything outside the box gets him zapped.; metaphorically, of course. She has no idea that Lion sometimes actually wears a shock collar around his balls. Come to think of it, he hasn’t worn that shock collar in quite a while. Mental note to have Lion recharge the collar.

Her point was that all the stressors of moving and his various health problems are something we both need to deal with. Even though the health issues are obviously more personal to him, I’m the one taking on the extra weight of day to day activities plus my own fears about his health. And we’re both stressing about moving, although perhaps for different reasons at different times. Lion needs to know that I’m going through the same issues and he needs to watch his Ps and Qs. Or else.

Luckily, we already have our “or else” in place. And I am starting to use it. Last week when he yelled about being left alone in the middle of the lawn, I yelled back. No, I didn’t give him any additional punishment. I think yelling back was a good first step. I growled. I didn’t whomp him with my big paw. The paw and a bite on the ass are coming, I’m sure.

The other night, when I spanked Lion, he said it was the best/worst spanking he’s gotten so far from me. He thought I hit harder and, perhaps, with more purpose. I can neither confirm nor deny this. I don’t know that I was hitting harder. I don’t know that I was hitting with purpose. These things are highly subjective. Sometimes I think I’m hitting harder and he seems like he didn’t feel it. Other times I think I didn’t hit hard but he has bruises. Go figure. As long as the point gets across, that’s all that matters.

Tonight will be his last punishment. I won’t make any predictions about how long he’ll make it. That didn’t work very well for him last time. I’ll just say that I hope he’s learned his lesson. Maybe he’ll stay inside the box.