Walks up to the bar, gives Smudge a scritch while pouring a cuppa from the ever full and hot teapot, then drops a number of sugar cubes in.
After some 27 months of home working I had a day off 'alone'. I have had time off during that time - don't worry - but this was the first in a long, long time I was 'home alone'.
Boy did it feel weird.
Bless "She Who Must Be Obeyed" did not leave a long list of chores, I think she knows I am bit fried from work.
Maybe my brain / mind needed the down time. 6 hours gone with nothing to show.
Back to work on the morrow. And me boss is on holiday for 2 and a half weeks...
You all be well!
Walks out the door carrying the cup.
Walks back in and puts the cup down on the bar. Scritches Smudge again. Trys to walk out hoping no one noticed
Just a quickie on "She Who Must Be Obeyed"....
I'm somewhere between six and seven years into my second marriage, and must say that even though I feel similarly at times, I marvel in what I'll call the "Buddhist non-attachment" benefits of putting more effort into trying to grasp my wife's point of view, especially in light of how surprisingly frequently she's not been so much "right", but either "right enough", or <gasp> mapped out directions surprisingly beneficial to my life.
Wise man Mr Inquiry.
I don't know about THAT... but I occasionally (when I'm lucky..) remember past studies on assumption-based/created reality filters, and I've had me lots of assumptions about genders-not-my-own over the years.
So although it's painful to give ego "certainties" the old heave ho, it seems the only way to be interacting with what might be "real reality" instead of how my putrid little egotic self insists things must be to justify its self-centric agenda(s)... which, really (the latter), I've come to see as underlying most of my troubles/misery.
(Says the one that just blew through no less than seven instances of variations of I/me/my... ooops, add three more....)