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Despite the fact that I’m working, I’m having trouble keeping track of what day it is. I keep thinking it’s Thursday. For days I’ve thought it was Thursday. I have no idea what’s special about that day that makes me want to hurry it along, but it still isn’t Thursday. I can’t imagine how Lion keeps the days straight. I do know that the longer his furlough drags on, the more he worries about his job and how we’ll pay for things. I also think he’s upset about his birthday. There’s nothing like a birthday to stir up feelings of mortality.

Between having an orgasm Sunday night and worrying about things, he didn’t want to do anything last night. I’m not sure what I can do to help except be there for him. Telling him to snap out of it is ridiculous. When you’re in a funk, there’s no snapping out of it. Ironically, I do tend to snap out of it eventually. By that, I mean I don’t gradually feel better. It seems to happen suddenly. When I had my recent whatever-the-hell-it-was, I felt rotten all day, up to and including the time I left work. I ran an errand on the way home and by the time I walked in the door I was fine. But that’s me. And I’m weird. All I can do for Lion is to keep things as even-keeled as possible and help him through.

Several months ago, I suggested that Lion’s wait time shouldn’t officially start until he was horny again. Since he’s not ready for action the day after an orgasm, should that really count? At times, he doesn’t feel horny for a few days. When I suggested not counting those days, Lion said they should count. Recently, however, he seems to be saying they shouldn’t count.

The problem, of course, is that it’s difficult to know when the clock should start. Does it start when I can edge him? Does it start when he feels horny? We haven’t been able to answer those questions. I guess that means we’re stuck with our current method. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. As long as we both realize it might not be the most accurate system in the world, we should be fine. When Lion sighs and says he’s waited X days, he needs to understand that the real number is actually less. I think that’s made it easier for me to make him wait. It may have been 21 days since his last orgasm, but he didn’t really start feeling it until the fourth day, so it’s really a seventeen-day wait. It’s funny how the mind can justify things.

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The worst part about being at work, aside from having to wear clothes, is having to wear a mask. I know, I know. Healthcare providers are stuck in theirs for long shifts for days on end. I suppose if I got used to it, there wouldn’t be a problem. For now, by the end of the day, my ears are annoyed and I start to get a headache. The other issue is that the bridge of my nose is sometimes sensitive to pressure. Even my very lightweight glasses bother it from time to time. I’ve found I can either wear a mask or my glasses, but both is too much after a while. With this in mind, and the fact that it seems we’re stuck with masks for the duration, I’m considering getting contacts. I’m overdue for an eye exam so I can make the decision whenever I go for my appointment.

Although the air conditioning was broken at work again, the only issue I had was the mask/glasses. We have fans and it wasn’t too hot outside. I’m not sure what happened between the office and home, but I just felt like someone zapped all my strength. Lion was in his office so I was just relaxing and trying to decide what to do about dinner when it occurred to me that I didn’t care about dinner. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to vegetate.

I did, however, get up to make dinner. Fairly shortly into the process, it was clear my stomach wasn’t just not hungry, it was a little pissed off. Even the slight mushroom smell was off-putting. I managed to get through dinner prep, but I did not want to  eat. Eventually, I had some rice that was left over after I put Lion’s meal together. That calmed my stomach down. I have no idea what was going on. I felt better after dinner, but I was afraid to move around too much. It’s a good thing I’d given Lion his orgasm the night before.

Traditionally, the night after an orgasm is a sort of a down time for Lion. He’s happy. He may be horny, but things are at a lull. At least, that’s how it’s been for a few years. When we first got together, Lion wanted sex every night. Yes, he got an orgasm every night. I won’t say it was a 365 thing. I’m sure there were nights we were too tired or weren’t feeling well or out for the night, that he didn’t get lucky. But for the most part, he had an orgasm every night.

Spoiled? You bet! I’m sure he didn’t think that was excessive, but I did. Yes, we were in the beginning stages of our relationship, but every night? That’s a lot. When he talks about the doldrums of my throwing him a hand job once in a while, don’t feel too bad for him. For years he had sex every night. I’m not saying it was right to go cold turkey, but I think his average normalized during that time period.

Anyway, he didn’t get/need sex last night. Now that he’s been wild a few days, I wonder if he’ll be harder to get hard. I guess we’ll see tonight. I assume he’s ordered his new cage. I was a little put off by the black color, but the more I look at it, the better it looks. I had no idea there were so many different varieties of printed cages available. Some of them are interesting looking. No, I don’t think he should go on a cage shopping spree. I’m merely admiring the others. And we’ll count the days until the replacement arrives.

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This morning I had a Zoom meeting for work. We discussed COVID-19 and it seemed like the bosses are trying to downplay how bad it is. Apparently in our county the death rate of those who’ve tested positive is “only” 7%. I’m sorry, but that’s not an “only” figure. That’s a “holy crap that’s high” figure when you consider the estimate of 0.1% for the seasonal flu. I haven’t heard the 7% anywhere else so I’m relying on the boss’s information. At any rate, I’m not surprised our county is not proceeding to phase 2 reopening.

Ironically, after having been sequestered in our little home for months with only trips to the doctor and to pick up prescriptions, Lion seems to want to venture out more. We went to the store on Sunday and today he has dinner ordered from a restaurant in Seattle. Of course, I was heading out today anyway to get more prescriptions. My point is that Lion, himself, wants to go with me. His argument has been that any time I go out I’m potentially bringing the virus home with me so it shouldn’t matter if he goes out too. That seems like simplistic reasoning but I guess it has some basis in fact. If he stays in the car while I run in, his argument holds. If we both go in then, I think, we increase the danger. It’s all a crap shoot anyway. We do what we can to stay safe, but there’s no guarantee.

I know we’ve spent a lot of time talking about the virus on this blog. It’s supposed to be about chastity and sex. Where’s the chastity and sex? Well, Lion had his orgasm the other night. He’s not interested in sex right now. We had a very quiet night watching mostly reruns of shows. We held hands and chatted and that was about it. Aren’t you glad I gave you a play by play of that? Most of our life together involves things other than chastity and sex. We still have chores and work and blah, blah, blah to do, just like any other couple.

What does tonight hold? I don’t know. From the menu he read me, I’m not sure either of us will be able to move much. We’ll be too full. Again, I’m not sure how horny he’ll be yet. Neither of these things precludes holding hands. Snuggling might be a bit difficult depending on how full we are, but I’d say any activity beyond that is probably out. Tomorrow is a better bet. We won’t be as full and it will be one more day removed from Lion’s last orgasm. Each day increases the possibility of Lion horniness. For now, we’ll both enjoy being together. What more can we ask for?

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jockstrap with points
This is the leather prickly jock.

We picked up our camper yesterday. It was a little scary because it was the first time I was out of the house in over a month. We were very careful and avoided any close contact with other people. We got our camper and is safely parked in our backyard. We had a concern that when the repair shop closed for a month, today was their last day, the unguarded camper might be vandalized or robbed.

Now we’re back in the house safely away from COVID-19. During our drive, I asked Mrs. Lion if she was going to use the prickly jockstrap she had out the other day. She said she would. She also said that I probably would have hated it if she made me wear it on our trip to get our camper. I agreed and said that I would certainly be willing to do it if she wanted. Actually, it might have been fun. We have a lot of toys some of which have not been used yet. I’m hoping that play will become a regular part of our day. It will certainly break the monotony of being home 24 hours a day.

Neither of us slept very well on Thursday night. I think it was partly because our bedroom was getting too warm. Mrs. Lion, the dog, and I throw off enough heat to keep the room warmer than comfortable for sleeping. I still don’t have many details about being furloughed. There are still two weeks to work all the details out. Mrs. Lion’s office informed her that they plan to be closed until May 1. I think that’s pretty optimistic. I would be surprised if we get out before July 1.

During our work call today, I learned that there are vast disparities between how much different states pay for unemployment compensation. For example, Florida pays a maximum of $275 a week. Washington, where we live has a maximum of $790.New York is in the middle at $504. Depending on your regular salary, the compensation can be less. I don’t think the cost-of-living is that different to justify such wide disparity. If you add the federal weekly supplement of $600, it is a little easier to take in those low-paying states. That extra money will put us fairly close to our earnings when we work. We are lucky to be in a state with such generous benefits.

Mrs. Lion and I are also lucky because our employers consider us furloughed, which means that we continue receiving our normal benefits. Mrs. Lion’s job comes with health and dental insurance. Her employer is paying their share plus hers for the duration. My employer is doing the same. We have a much larger selection of benefits. Nobody is sure right now what will be covered beyond health, dental, and vision. We have FSA’s and HSA’s, as well as 401(k)s and employer-paid pensions.

I think that we both worry a little bit that somehow our jobs will be missing in action at the end of this. We both have assurances from our employers that this would not happen. More than half the workforce in my company is made up of contractors. This was an intentional move to protect full-time people. It gets a little tricky because some of the contractors we hire have skills that none of our FTE’s possess. Then it comes down to deciding whether we bring in the contractors or discontinue the projects that require special skills.

It’s all a matter of scale. Smaller businesses, like the practice my wife works for, have a lot less flexibility in terms of financial survival. Even very large companies, like mine, don’t have endless pools of cash. It’s unlikely they will go out of business, but it’s extremely likely they will return from this crisis smaller than when they went in.

All this uncertainty doesn’t even take into account that some of us might get sick. That’s a whole other worry. COVID-19 can be very deadly to many people. A recent study by the University of Washington revealed that at least 40% of the people who were put on respirators either die or can never be taken off. Some of the feedback from the field suggests the number with COVID-19 could be even higher. We’re going to work very hard to stay out of the hospital. I had my bad year in 2019. Fate owes me a break this year.

This is the stuff that keeps me up at night. I suspect similar thoughts are on Mrs. Lion’s mind too. Somehow we have to get past it and start having some fun. Let’s party like it’s the end of the world.