"One owes respect to the living. To the dead, one owes only the truth." -- Voltaire
Sunday night, and I'm tired at the keyboard. I've been working hard all weekend, finished two stories for the week, only to jump on two more, all the while, working on this big one, the one hanging over my head, because it's longer and the deadline has not been as pressing. The only way for me to get anything done at all is to have deadlines. Otherwise, I'd dick off constantly.
Today, M.s. prepared for me a wonderful picnic. It was a nice little break. Tomorrow I've got my own special plans for my love.
We've both been working hard. I can't wait for things to ease up a bit, for us each to have a little less on our plates, or at least to have everything more under control. All in good time. We're still managing to have fun, though. Laughing, flirting, taking a break to seek out and kiss the other. It ain't so bad.
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Ollie's been hanging out over here, it's a veritable office. M.s. working downstairs, and Ollie and I upstairs, typing away and intermittently interrupting each other to talk some shit. I miss that about an office. Next time he comes over, I'm going to insist on a coffee break. Unfortunately, Starbucks is just beneath the loft, so we don't get the brisk walk, but hey, coffee!
Now I'm going to take a shower and crawl into bed, nice and clean, to continue reading The Professor and the Madman, a Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary. Another day gone, another to look forward to.