I had a fairly pleasant sleep last night. I kept Deb's teddy bear tucked in bed with me and snuggled my nose down next to it like I tuck my face into Deb's body when I go to sleep at night. I dropped right off. Of course, a rum and coke and a pretty good vibratorial orgasm probably didn't hurt either.

Deb, your flower by the mailbox was blooming this morning. I'll take a picture of it so you can see it, honey. If it has closed up for the day when I get home, I'll get it in the morning. It's lavender.

Somebody (Jake) also mowed the rattiest part of my lawn this weekend while I was away. I was fretting last night about which weeknight I was going to have to devote to lawnmowing. One patch just grows much faster than the rest, and if it had been left until next Saturday, it would've choked the mower. I noticed this morning that it had been cut. So thanks, Jake. I appreciate it.

I got a Google Bingo hit on Saturday: my first orgasm. I think it came from someone at Syracuse University.

The search string is here. And it referred to this page in my diary.

My latest card:

I took a photo of a photo of my dad while I was at home. He was some kinda cutie. All babyfaced and butch.

I've got a date with Sara scheduled tonight. I'll need some time as just me before and after we play with a character. Just to catch up on some of the missed physical touch I'm used to getting from Deb every day. It's amazing how much I miss just the simple act of walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. I try to do that several times every day, plus frontal hugs, plus hugs when she's sitting down and I'm standing and vice versa, and then there's the just before we go to sleep snuggling. That's a lot of sweetie contact to be going without.

According to my Visor, it's a little after 6 p.m. in Germany now. I hope Deb is having fun and finding some fresh vegetables and not getting sick of wine yet. Love you, honey. Miss you.