I Thought I Had Him

As I was making and cleaning up from dinner, I had my eye on the coffee pot parts still in the dish drainer. Lion still wasn’t feeling 100%, but he was well enough to do the coffee pot. He’d done it for most of the days he felt like crap. I decided he’d get punished. If he’s starting to get horny, then he should be able to do his chores.

This morning we slept in. Well, Lion did. I was up with the dog at 6 and 7, but then I slept till 9ish. We watched TV for a while before I asked the inevitable questions: Are you hungry and what do you want to eat? When I walked into the kitchen, the coffee pot was done. Hmmm… if he was asleep as long as I’d been and it wasn’t done when the dog had her ice cream when had he done it? I didn’t ask, but as we ate breakfast he asked if I was surprised that the coffee pot was done. I admitted I was. He’d done it around midnight when he filed his unemployment claim and finished his post for this morning. Aha!

Not only was I surprised that he remembered so late, but I was sort of disappointed. I thought I had him. It’s not that I wanted to punish him. I still don’t find any joy in that. But I do enjoy catching him when he breaks a rule.

Nanner, nanner, nanner!

I know that probably makes no sense. Why do I enjoy catching him if I don’t enjoy punishing him? I have no answer. It may be linked to why I like to find continuity errors in TV shows and movies. It’s a detail someone missed and I caught. I don’t call the directors and tell them they’ve made a mistake. There’s no way for them to fix it anyway. I just like finding them.

On the other hand, maybe I wanted him to forget because punishing him would mean he’s finally getting better. If he’s starting to feel horny and he can handle punishment, then maybe things are getting back to normal. Maybe I’ve got my frisky Lion back. I think I do, with or without punishment. He said he was horny this morning. When I suggested waiting another day for his blow job, he said maybe we don’t have to wait. We’ll see how it goes later, but that’s a good sign.

Neither of us have any idea how he caught a virus. I’m just grateful it was a run-of-the-mill stomach virus and not the virus. We’re continuing to protect ourselves by staying home as much as possible and wearing masks when we have to venture out. We have no plans to join the bandwagon of people going back to restaurants or other crowded places. Are we overreacting? Maybe, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.