Recaps and Recitations in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

I rarely struggle with titles. Granted, occasionally I’ll recycle an old title but I never seem to have trouble just… throwing something into that little box and then typing away. I often wonder if I would be an acceptable writing partner. If between me and a mind similar to mine; we could join forces to be a noteworthy author. One of those Two People Under One Name things like.... if the writing partner was a woman named Nicole Trent, the nome-de-plume would be Nicole Christopher. I don’t know.

The weather yesterday was beautiful. 70 degrees and sunny! I drove home after work and walked in the door. As pretty much always, Wife was on the couch watching TV… Nala was sitting next to her dozing. Wife looked… down… as she has all week. Why down? Because she “isn’t doing as much as she wanted to” during the day. Why is that? Well… from a psych perspective… Executive Dysfunction Being Enhanced By Change. As she is slow to adapt, especially relating to changes that create strong emotions, she’s just continually succumbing to Executive Dysfunction and… living her life primarily on the couch. The de-briefing last night? She did call people to mark buried wires so that we can get a contractor out to give us a Fence Estimate. She did spend roughly 80 minutes outside with the dog. That’s… about it. For the whole day. She did not work on her FAFSA. She did not work on class stuff. She did not call about a Fence Contractor. She did not practice Separation Anxiety Self Soothing Time with the dog. She did not do dishes or laundry. I’m not rattling that off to be a dick… I’m just saying.... for a woman who would often be mad at me when I wasn’t working if the house didn’t look clean or errands weren’t done… the double standards are noticeable.

I had my schedule and list of things I needed to do (and whether to set a good example or just make sure that some of our household To Do list went down) I got right to work on it. I booked us Anime Iowa Tickets… which were a steal as the 3 Day Price was what I was certain was merely the 1 day price… the benefits of early registration! Then I contacted my Medical Products place to inform them that my ENT had rescheduled my appointment. Then it was time to take the dog out for a walk.

WHAT a walk! The dog was actually (finally) enjoying the process and smelled everything… and, as it was nice weather, almost every neighbor on our block came out to shake hands and introduce themselves. It was a very nice walk indeed!

Then we came home and Wife nuked brats for dinner. We watched NCIS and Jeopardy and the dog was sawing logs heavy. Sign of a good walk. By this point it was after 9 p.m. and I excused myself to play video games. As I walked to the basement I did have a small pang of guilt but reasoned it away quickly. I’m typically working or commuting from 7:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. (10 hours) plus I try to spend my after work time with Wife or watching the dog.. usually 5 p.m. to 9 p.m.; plus my morning consists of me waking up, feeding the dog, taking the dog outside, then bringing her back inside before leaving for work. So considering all of that, I’m either DOG/WIFE or WORK/COMMUTE from about 7ish in the morning to about 9ish at night. A grand total of 14 hours spent in service to my family and/or my community. So… yeah. Taking between one to three hours for myself at the end of the day doesn’t (or shouldn’t) make me feel guilty.

After prattling away for two hours trying to accomplish the following:
World Traveler
Thresher Thrashed

Challenge Accepted
Borderland Defender Round 2

Then I went upstairs, strapped the CPAP machine to my face and tried to fall asleep. Wife got in bed and I snuggled as close as I could despite the face mask. I massaged her head and her thigh. Then fell asleep.

I awoke thinking “Wow, it is still awfully dark outside for 6:30! What the heck?” And then I looked at my CPAP machine: Time In Use: 113 Minutes. Great, I thought, I must have taken it off in my sleep at some point in the night. Except… that wasn’t it. I looked at the clock in the bedroom and… yeah. It was still pre-dawn hours by a good many hours!! What?! Too early to take the dog out or feed her. Too awake to go back to bed. More video game time? I guess?

Went downstairs back to the basement, played video games… then realized my issue might be something a little more… primal.

WARNING POTENTIAL TMI TO FOLLOW

Went downstairs back to the basement, played video games… then realized my issue might be something a little more… primal. What with life being as it is… the rarity of sex mixed now with it being almost entirely off limits “because the dog”… and the rarity for me to have any extended private alone time.... I grabbed the hand lotion in the basement and dialed up a video of Jaye Rose. She’s a “thicc but thin” British Red Haired Fair Skinned Pornographic Actress. I watched the video of her in white lacy things strip, then masturbate, then encourage the viewer to masturbate while she continues to pleasure herself and talk dirty. It did the trick and I went back to playing video games. Well… it did the trick for a while. Then I dialed up a Virtual Sex/POV video staring some unnamed thin framed, large breasted brunette. It wasn’t exactly one of my “Oh my God, she’s so amazing looking” or “Oh my Lord, that video does it for me!” but it was sufficient to provide the second O. At this I felt sufficiently tired again and returned to the bedroom. I strapped the mask back on and again tried to cuddle my unconscious wife. She stirred and went to the bathroom instead. I was in and out of sleep for another 2 hours… at some point I was certain I heard Nala get out of her bed, followed by a wet splelch sound… but I fell asleep again and couldn’t be sure.

I awoke around 6:40 feeling more tired this time than the last time I woke up. Got pants and underwear on; Dog stayed in her bed. Got my shirt and tie on; Dog got out of bed. I took her outside where she peed and pooped (so glad she’s incorporating all that into her morning routine). Brought her back inside, got her set up in her bed again then went to the bathroom to take my pills and drive to work. There is some additional construction work and what with how tired I was feeling… I got into work about 10 minutes late.

Today is Magistrate Court Day so I only anticipate maybe 6 things at most all day… all of those to be concluded by Noon. So.... we’ll see what kind of trouble I get up today.