The More Things Change

Long weekend with Rover. The second we've had. And he asked me if he could see me next weekend, and the weekend after that, and the weekend after that, and all the weekends after that for many years to come.

And he made doe eyes at me and complimented me so much, it was actually too much. And he talked about us and the future and about wanting to help me financially if I need it and about wanting to take care of me if I get sick and about liking me and loving me, etc., etc. He kept kissing me and looking at me and touching my face.

I tell you it was all just too much. Nice, but too much. Over stimulated.

I'm not complaining, mind you.

But it's somewhat bizarre, and I'm baffled at the 180 he's done.

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As he left tonite I felt a sense of contentment. My house is the cleanest it has been in months. I had companionship all weekend, I accomplished a lot, I'm happy to have my house back to myself, and I don't feel overworked. It's nice to have weekends off for a change.

I feel good (except for my cold and its relapse yesterday). Life is good.

Gonna go watch the boob tube.