Moving Instead Of Sex
We have been streaming the “West Wing.” This series, which ran from 1999 to 2006, is truly timeless. The writing is incredible, and the acting is excellent. The storyline is as relevant now as it was over two decades ago. I’m loving every episode. We watched three last night. We didn’t have any sexual activity. An errand took up the time after Mrs. Lion finished work until a late dinner. After that, we ran out of steam.
Mrs. Lion has been under a lot of stress. We are getting closer to our move date and there is a lot to do before the movers come. She’s also been getting additional training at work. That always causes her stress and worry until she masters the new skills. No wonder sex is being put off. I’m feeling the stress too. I’ve been dealing with our landlord, who I think believes he can use our security deposits to restore the house to move-in condition. In our state, the law is clear that isn’t the case. He isn’t allowed to charge us for carpet cleaning, painting, or any other work that can be considered normal wear and tear. He sent us a “move out checklist” that demands we do the work that is his responsibility.
Meanwhile, we are moving some stuff ourselves. We took possession of the new house on February 1. Our actual move in isn’t until the 20th. That’s less than two weeks away and the house is still pretty much the same as it has always been. No wonder my lioness is so stressed.
It’s going to be a while before things get anywhere near normal in our lives. We are both pretty grumpy about the situation since we didn’t expect to have to leave for another four years. Another big stresser for me is that we have a lot of stuff we can get rid of that just keeps riding along with us wherever we go. One project for me this weekend is to go down to our basement and suggest items to go. It makes no sense to keep paying to move things we never even bother to unpack.
