December 2021

I am sad and annoyed. Betty White died. She was so close to her 100th birthday, and she was gone. It’s just the sort of thing you’d expect from 2021. Not that 2020 was any better. My mother died at 95. One of my aunts lived to be 100 and, the rate the surviving sisters were going, I expected them to make it to 100. I don’t know what it is about making it to 100 that intrigues me. I guess I figure, if you’ve made it close to that age, you deserve to make it. I told my mother I was looking forward to her making 100. If anyone deserved it, she did. She fought through some pretty horrible illnesses and injuries. One of the last times I spoke to her, she said she didn’t care about being 100. She was done. She’d lived a long life. The next time she got sick, she said she’d give up. And that’s just what she did. I was proud of her for going out on her terms. Maybe it would be different if she was closer to 100 like Batty White. I might have been sad and annoyed then instead of sad and proud.

Okay. Enough doom and gloom. Lion is looking for a recipe for a pot roast. I am trying to wrap up what I can of this year at work. I set myself a goal yesterday, and I honestly thought I’d be skidding in under the wire, but I managed to complete that goal, and I’ve moved on to other things. I’m still behind where I’d like to be, but I’m doing better than I thought I would. In a few hours, I’ll bring out the spanking bench, and Lion will get a “just because” spanking. He hasn’t done anything to earn one in a while, so we’ll have to make due. I doubt he’s happy about it, but he doesn’t need to be.

[Lion — I am not happy about it!]

Later on, maybe after dinner, he’ll get his last orgasm of the year. When he gets his first orgasm of the new year depends on him. I can only do so much. He has to be at least partly horny. I assume it won’t be too far in. By the tenth, I hope. I’m not committing to a certain number of orgasms per month in the coming year. I don’t schedule them anymore. We just play it by ear, which seems to work just fine.

Lion wrote yesterday that the year would go out with a yelp but not a bang. Why not both? He assumed he’d get an orgasm with the Magic Wand. It usually gets him very excited. I like seeing him straining to have an orgasm. And then I usually give in. But, last night, he didn’t get as excited. I’m not sure why. It might have been the angle. I was sitting on the opposite side of him. It’s somewhat more comfortable for me.

I didn’t mention it to Lion, but I planned to spank him earlier in the day tomorrow. Normally, I stop work at 12:30 on Fridays. Since I ran to pick up our prescriptions yesterday, I need to make up some time tomorrow. I also have some things I’d like to get done before the end of the year. However, working from home means I can take a short break to spank Lion. Lucky him! If I spank him earlier in the day, that leaves plenty of time for the year to go out with a bang. Maybe not a traditional bang. I still don’t know if I’m ready to attempt another Lion ride, but I can definitely try for a Lion orgasm before the clock strikes midnight.

I gave up on new year’s resolutions a long time ago. I bet if you go back to the last posts from last year and previous years, you’ll probably find a resolution or two that I had every intention of keeping. I’ll also bet at least one of them said I’d make new rules. And that’s exactly why I gave up resolutions. I don’t keep them. I think if you’re going to do something, you’re going to do it. Why add in all the fanfare? Want to eat healthier? You don’t have to do it just because you made a resolution. You can decide to do it at any time: March 22nd, tomorrow, a week from Tuesday. I’ll make a new rule when a new rule is needed. It will make itself known. Ha! Lion just did X. I hate X. I’ll make a rule. Until then, we’ll just keep motoring along, waiting for him to forget the damn coffee pot again.