Seriously, I just haven't felt like writing much. Deb has been in a pretty bad depression for what seems like a couple months, and I've been a little affected by the fallout as far as my mood for playful writing goes. We're (at least temporarily) out of the worst of it, but we're not out of the woods yet. We're pursuing a few avenues of hope involving doctors, possibly a psychiatrist who specializes in the areas where OB/GYN and psych mesh, and alterations in Deb's birth control pill prescription.

So what's been going on other than me feeling helpless to do anything while Deb cries all the time and can't get any sleep? Well, the girls really did get me the bondage book, video, and a DVD/VCR player. I had a great date with Sara where I put her in a chest harness and something called the "open crab." That was fun. We took pictures.

Went to the dentist yesterday. She told me one of my molars has cervical burnout. I'm not even going there. She also sandblasted the inside of my mouth and the surface of most of my face with a combination of baking soda and salt. I don't think she's a sadist on purpose; I think you just have to be a masochist to really appreciate being treated by her.

This morning I'm headed to Tennessee to see my mom. I'll be back tomorrow.

Oooh! And we got the backyard fenced in. I can now let Angel loose in the yard without a leash. We won't have a hot tub until Monday.

Work is pretty much work. Very busy. No time to write from there, really, and so I haven't read anybody�and I mean anybody�for a long time.

I'm not doing too well on Weight Watchers, and only so-so on my workouts. I could really use some inspiration in that arena.