All alone and I can’t think of a damn thing to do. I should clean or read or cook, but I would rather sit here and fuck around.
I have a doc appt in an hour. Just getting clearance for foot surgery. Might as well get everything done that I needed to get done. This neuroma has got to go. It has been with me for over 30 years now.
J a s o n and I are still getting along really well. God willing, I hope we stay that way. We talk for hours. We laugh. We cry. We remember why we are together. Why we’ve been together for 30 years. It’s nice. And the sex? Yeah, it’s nice too. Then again, that never was a problem anyway.
I am seriously thinking about getting my master’s. I know. I must be nuts. Fucking nuts.