Lion has an appointment with his eye doctors this afternoon. On the one hand, it worked out well since I had the day off. On the other hand, who wants to go to any doctor on Christmas eve? There’s a one hundred percent chance we’ll have to wait hours. Lion will get frustrated after a half hour. He’ll say he’s leaving. I’ll point out that I have the car keys, so he’s not going anywhere. And a happy Christmas to all.
I have no idea when we’ll get home. Traffic could be impossible coming out of Seattle and heading east. It makes me laugh when the news tries to tell everyone when the worst traffic will be, and they should leave between X and Y. Well, now everyone will leave between X and Y, and traffic will be bad then too. Meanwhile, we just want to go thirty miles to get home.
I assume Lion wasn’t horny last night. [Lion — I was but didn’t want to appear needy.] I moved over, and the only thing he said was that he needed to move up on the bed. With our adjustable bed, we both tend to slide down. If we put the feet up a little, we shouldn’t slide down as much, but it’s not always comfortable. I told Lion we didn’t need to do anything. I was just coming over for a snuggle. For all I know, he was waiting for me, and I was waiting for him to mention something about sex or horniness. Neither one of us said a word, so nothing happened. Depending on how tired we are after waiting for the doctors and the drive home, maybe nothing will happen tonight.
We’re in for some frigid temperatures around here. I’m sure we’ll spend a lot of the time snuggling under the blankets. Good thing that’s one of our favorite things to do. And when we snuggle, my hands tend to wander. And then things tend to heat up. Maybe the cold isn’t such a bad thing after all.
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