well, today is a rest day
As I did last Saturday?, I'm going to fast today and focus early on butt toys and then to bed early -- my GERD means I can't lie down for two hours after eating, and butt play requires an empty butt anyway, so fasting and butt play are the perfect Saturday combo. Taking a complete break from the stretches, walking, yoga, etc., today is a rest day. Next week is soon enough to tackle my perfectionist requirements for myself.
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I quoted "far from the madding crowd" in a reply to one of my readers yesterday, not having ever read the book by Thomas Hardy, so I started reading it -- and am fascinated, fascinated, -- so found an audiobook version that is properly performed -- there are definitely improper performances in audiobook land, I imagine myself a top-rated audiobook performer after I retire, heh -- a suitably introverted occupation --
I'm feeling drawn to dead classics recently, dead authors, dead composers, we're so frantic about creating new content in 2021, having to monetize our every move and utterance, when there's plenty worth reading and listening to from centuries ago.
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Momentarily I'll remove from bed, brush teeth, forage for supplies, return to the condo, and immerse myself in video, audio, and tactile pleasures. I'll soak into a day off from all responsibilities during which I am not in pain, and not mad at my Boss or B, and not feeling overwhelmed by deadlines.
A rest day.
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I created a fleece nest for Astrid before I left the house yesterday. I imagine she misses me when I'm gone, because all night long she sleeps next to me, her body pressed into mine. She's the only creature I've ever slept with in this way, her body pressed into mine all night long.
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I quoted "far from the madding crowd" in a reply to one of my readers yesterday, not having ever read the book by Thomas Hardy, so I started reading it -- and am fascinated, fascinated, -- so found an audiobook version that is properly performed -- there are definitely improper performances in audiobook land, I imagine myself a top-rated audiobook performer after I retire, heh -- a suitably introverted occupation --
I'm feeling drawn to dead classics recently, dead authors, dead composers, we're so frantic about creating new content in 2021, having to monetize our every move and utterance, when there's plenty worth reading and listening to from centuries ago.
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Momentarily I'll remove from bed, brush teeth, forage for supplies, return to the condo, and immerse myself in video, audio, and tactile pleasures. I'll soak into a day off from all responsibilities during which I am not in pain, and not mad at my Boss or B, and not feeling overwhelmed by deadlines.
A rest day.
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I created a fleece nest for Astrid before I left the house yesterday. I imagine she misses me when I'm gone, because all night long she sleeps next to me, her body pressed into mine. She's the only creature I've ever slept with in this way, her body pressed into mine all night long.