I’m tired.

I’m hungry.

I just got home from work (7:30 P.M.)

I had to wear nice clothes.

My soul died a little.

I got home and Sir made me take a shower.  It’s a new routine.  I have to take a shower when I get home every day.  (Not because I stink, Sir decided I need a physical ritual of separation from work when I get home.)  I argued that I could just change clothes, but I lost the argument.

Showering is kind of nice.

It’s actually a pain in the ass, but being clean and wearing a T-shirt and yoga pants all evening is nice.

I want to write more… stories… Moments with Sir, fiction, random crap, anything… but I feel so…  tired.  I’m too busy and have too little left when I get home.

Things are better here, though.

I feel like we’re all finding our rhythms again… except maybe Sub Brother, who’s having a really hard time…  But his school just started, so he’s still in transition.  I’m finishing week three, and starting to feel like things are getting under control.

And, speaking of, I am pretty sure Sub Brother just got into trouble and… things are going to get unpleasant for a while.

Yeah… I have to go be in there.

That’s a post for another night…

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