I heard the clock radio turn in the other room. Soon the shower was running and I decided to get my ass in gear to begin the day. I've been sleeping in the guest room for a while now and seems almost normal. No, my wife hasn't kicked me out. It was idea. She snores like sailor and it isn't like we have a sex life anyway. That part is her idea.
The chill outside has fallen into the lower teens temperature wise. But I brave the cold to run out and snatch the newspaper off the side walk. Sitting down, drinking coffee ... I scan through the paper nothing interests me. The day will be spent researching new job opportunities and applying for a few online. By noon my searching may be complete and then a little perving to help past the day.
Perving doesn't hold my interest for long. Why look at what you can't enjoy. So instead yesterday, I wrote something for the erotic story section on the forum. No, it wasn't a fantasy has much as reliving some special moments.
I've developed two projects: painting a stairway and refinishing the top of our 90 year old kitchen table. I'd like to do the table first. |