Disappearing act

Family obligations.
Parental anniversary.
Lots of driving.
Lots of traffic.
Nasty accidents.

I think the heat sapped everyone's common sense.

But now I'm home.
It's Monday night and I'm home.
And Tuesday afternoon, my Master will be here.
Daddy.
My Master.
The center of my life.

Tuesday afternoon.
For a good couple of hours.
So he can take his time with me...

It's good to be back.

I missed him...