Coffee In Bed

Nice to have the morning off. Woke up around 6:45, made coffee and then took it back upstairs to bed where I lazily drank it. Showered, did my hair (twice, ugh), and am now eating oatmeal--a good way to start the day all around.

Really like how I'm feeling lately. Content. Wish I felt this way on my own, without the meds, but I'm thankful to be feeling this way at all.

OK, I know what you mean about sex not being that important, but I like it. I like the emotional and physical connection, I like the way it alters my brain chemistry, I like cumming, so I'm going to keep working towards getting back to where I was before Celexa in that way. But believe me, if I don't get there, I'm not going to sweat it. I like the way I'm feeling too much to sacrifice it for better sex. You're right, it's just not that important in the long haul.

I'm feeling really content in the Rover arena too. Feel saturated by him, like I finally had enough in one go round. I was happy to have the day to myself yesterday, and when he called, I had little to say. If we can just keep things moving on this level, it is enough for me. I don't want to live with him; I don't want to see him every minute, every day. I am satisfied with dating him. I need my space. I need my time alone. I like it now. I just like having him in my life on the side, slightly off center.

Well, I've gotta go pick up my prescriptions. It's another beautiful day in Sonoma County. Love living here.

P.S. I still miss my dog.