Head over cock, freedom over tyranny

My poor sadist. He missed his weekly visit with his constantly sick little cocksucker. His poet hasn't been very forthcoming, either. That's the problem when you have multiple functions being served by the same member of your stable. These are the days I am so grateful for the other women and men who suck his cock and serve him in assorted other ways.

Still, he's been sounding pretty grumpy about my being out of commission.

Which does make me feel awfully good.
Even though I've still been feeling not so good.

I am getting better.
That main being-sick part is over.
But oh, the lingering effects...

Coughing.
Nose blowing.
Exhaustion.

It's the exhaustion that's the worst.

As I said on Wednesday, Daddy has really had it with my being sick. Not that I can blame him. I've had it, too. The first virus struck on Wednesday, January 5th, as I was emerging from 2 months of assorted misery and life interruption courtesy of Marko's near death, the murder of my car, and Seasonal Affective Disorder. And then, just as I was delighting in an expected return to functionality, illness struck. And struck again. And again. And again.

So yes.
We've both had it with my being sick.
Daddy was getting impatient.
But I was still exhausted.

Luckily, logic managed to trump desire.
The sadist does not visit when I am sick.
And he had to admit, from this morning's status report, that I am still not well.

So the visit was postponed.
To my great relief.

And I spent the day,
this extraordinary day,
sharing the joy of Egyptians
in their glorious freedom
which through peaceful revolution
they won
for
themselves.

Who knows how this will ultimately play out.
But for today.
let us rejoice.