the thought came to me that it’s been a really, really long time since Sir and I have had anything more than lite play.
Oddly this makes me nervous.
Classic overthinking on my part. What if I freeze up? How bad is drop going to be? And on and on my brain goes.
The up side is (knock on wood), I haven’t felt this physically good in almost a year. Almost back to normal and really hoping to stay this way. I think the last surgery would have really undone me.
I have so much work to do and not an ounce of will to do it. My one boss told me not to worry about this place, we are in a no win situation, so don’t let it get me down.
So today I’m going to float from one meeting to the next and say screw it, que sera, sera.
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