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Oct. 11th, 2013
Home Alone
Oct. 11th, 2013 07:45 pmI am shaved!
Pop left to spend the weekend at Kay’s place. I did not think this was ever going to happen again. I jumped on the opportunity. I do not understand why I cannot readily take care of these little matters when Pop is home, but I guess things like shaving (at least the big shaves) seem too personal, and I love knowing that I have a large expanse of time in front of me with the house to myself, an ocean of time. I love to lounge and luxuriate in it. It is personal time, and it feels like freedom, and I get too little of it.
The timing of this weekend is only unfortunate in that I had just begun a string of wank-free days. Yesterday was clear, and the plan was to go four clear days. I got tired of jumping on my dick every time there is the least sexy thing on the Net or TV or in my books, and I wanted to grab the bull by the horns. Few things can be less attractive than a super-horny 50 year-old. But I had to take advantage of this weekend and bring the laptop to my room and lose myself in that sordid world of chikan rape.
On a truly sour note, I am worried about Sammy. I am afraid that he is not able to eat or drink, again. For the past couple of days, he would come inside the house by himself, and he would yowl a little with his ‘O’ mouth and just lie down rather dejectedly. At first, I thought it was neat that he wanted to come inside to be with us, but then I realized that this behavior is similar to the time he was going down for the count. Oddly, it was about this time of the year. I remember worrying that he might not make it to Thanksgiving, and then thinking that the odds were not great that he would make Halloween.
One problem: I cannot monitor his eating and drinking very closely, since the cats are spending day and night outside with this moderate, dry weather. However, what I have been seeing is not very encouraging. It looks like he is only poking at his food and water, but this is still very equivocal evidence. Another few days may tell us everything.
Pop left to spend the weekend at Kay’s place. I did not think this was ever going to happen again. I jumped on the opportunity. I do not understand why I cannot readily take care of these little matters when Pop is home, but I guess things like shaving (at least the big shaves) seem too personal, and I love knowing that I have a large expanse of time in front of me with the house to myself, an ocean of time. I love to lounge and luxuriate in it. It is personal time, and it feels like freedom, and I get too little of it.
The timing of this weekend is only unfortunate in that I had just begun a string of wank-free days. Yesterday was clear, and the plan was to go four clear days. I got tired of jumping on my dick every time there is the least sexy thing on the Net or TV or in my books, and I wanted to grab the bull by the horns. Few things can be less attractive than a super-horny 50 year-old. But I had to take advantage of this weekend and bring the laptop to my room and lose myself in that sordid world of chikan rape.
On a truly sour note, I am worried about Sammy. I am afraid that he is not able to eat or drink, again. For the past couple of days, he would come inside the house by himself, and he would yowl a little with his ‘O’ mouth and just lie down rather dejectedly. At first, I thought it was neat that he wanted to come inside to be with us, but then I realized that this behavior is similar to the time he was going down for the count. Oddly, it was about this time of the year. I remember worrying that he might not make it to Thanksgiving, and then thinking that the odds were not great that he would make Halloween.
One problem: I cannot monitor his eating and drinking very closely, since the cats are spending day and night outside with this moderate, dry weather. However, what I have been seeing is not very encouraging. It looks like he is only poking at his food and water, but this is still very equivocal evidence. Another few days may tell us everything.