Sunday, 29 December 2019

my christmas dreams, left
in a pile, like discarded
boxes and wrapping

It's been a wonderful, and a terrible, christmas.

Highlights:  A strap-on penis ring toss game, captured on video.  Great food.  Friends.  Family. 

Low moments:  Bob developing mania, and a reaction to weed.  911 called.  Leaving CATS.  Cleaning up the mess.

I'm going to Montreal this morning for 2 days.  Against my better judgement, but I'm desperate for a rest and some relaxation.  I'm desperate for sleep.  To recharge, face things again.  I love my husband but this is a lot of work. 
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