Plus ça change...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Company has arrived, there’s been a revolving door of visitors coming in and out to visit the company, and the dog has been obsessed with re-staking his claim on my land.

Life is very good - and I wish the same for all of you.

Enjoy the day, no matter where you are!

Quick Update (and COOKIES!)

I received a practically-unheard-of offer of overtime this week (“Before the holidays? Why thank you, I believe I shall!”) - which naturally, fell during my annual pre-holiday Week Of Frantic Deep Cleaning. (And this year, after the benign neglect necessitated by the prolonged renovations taking place around the bathroom, the “deep” portion was particularly needful.)

So I set a demanding (yet *just* feasible) schedule, relegated sleep to the bottom of the list, and have been scrambling on all fronts. The pace was optimistic but I was managing it - and everything proceeded according to plan. I’ve had to eschew any and all social engagements for the time being but having so much done will mean a lot more free time post-holiday.
Life was good, things were under control.

Until Thursday, when I got an email from the family members coming to stay with me. Ice storms are predicted for Wednesday, would it be terribly inconvenient if they arrived a day early? Feeling that to tell loved ones to endanger their lives because I hadn’t finished dusting wasn’t in the spirit of the season, I said, “Of course not!” and planned to step up my pace.

Except… that I later found myself having to spend Thursday evening focused entirely on finishing the work project. No time to even glance at the cleaning supplies.

So now I’m TWO days behind - with two days to go.

I stuck my computer under a chair, gave Spock the weekend off, and have been cleaning like my life depends on it. Life is nothing but scrub, dust, tidy. I haven’t even been reading! 

I’m reserving the possibility of simply lowering the white-glove standard but I’m trying hard not to do that. I want this task finished, not postponed. I want there to be time for the fun stuff going forward into the holiday season.

Fun stuff like COOKIES!!! (You knew this was coming, didn’t you?)

Because no matter how busy I am, I haven’t forgotten that 2019 is… 

the Ten-Year Anniversary (!!!) of…

The Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza!

December 10th seems an apt day for the 10th anniversary, so I hope you'll join me then.

Just leave a comment saying you’ll play along and I’ll put your name on the Cookie-Participation list (Altho’ we’re not picky. ANY goodie will do.) 

Then post your recipe on the 10th.

That’s all there is to it.

Hope to see you all there!

Now that I’ve made the initial announcement, I must return to the cleaning.

Because the end is in sight — then I can focus on the cookies!

The Concerns of Command

Spotted On The Balcony

Do you think he's grumpy he didn't get to wear ruffles?

The Tech Dance

So, my dom has been keeping me up late lately.

Sounds exhilarating, doesn't it?

Sadly, it's not, At least not in the "Hey! kinky hi-jinx goin' on!" kinda way. It's more that he's upgrading his computer and keeps peppering me with late-night questions.

Now obviously, I don’t really mind. Kink-jinx or not, I do find it exhilarating to be able to help him and I also love the fact that our power exchange does not warp his common sense. He may be able to code-monkey circles around me but when it comes to making upgrades play nice, my expertise outstrips his - and he's willing to recognize that and utilize my knowledge. It’s a small thing, but it makes me happy.

Nonetheless, there are still Y chromosomes at play here, so it's not an entirely smooth process. In this case, however the hiccups are not triggered by any posturing but rather, by his secret longing to buy some expensive new tech toy to play with. Naturally, he won't come out and tell me that, however. Instead, he tries to lead me around to a point where I'll suggest that he should buy said new toy. (Altho' he always goes ahead and does just that anyhow, so I'm not sure what the point is... except maybe the fun of manipulation?)

This seemingly-unfocused procession made me nuts the first time or two but once I figured out what was going on, it became part of the dance. His hints get broader and broader and I act more and more obtuse. We each know what the other is doing, of course, but we both enjoy the verbal tango, so it all works out.

However, I think that next time, I may change my strategy.

I'll suggest the new toy right at the beginning... which will make him happy.

And then I'll claim all the credit. 

          Persistently.

          For years to come.

After all, when doing the tech dance, you have to keep on your toes, right?

Dining In Space

This one’s for Fondles, who’s been going out to eat a lot lately. ;-D