Four and a half hours until the new year.
Another year for my Master and me.
A check-up with the dermatologist showed me still free of cancer after 23 and a half years.
Hours with Daddy my Master showed us happy in each other's company. Plus he bought me a BLT for lunch! On white toast. With mayonnaise. I love BLTs... Next week, we both go back to abstemious eating and regular exercise. And I return to my ordained bedtime.
We make each other happy.
Even with all the sturm und drang, we make each other happy.
Now off to a party.
Though after my pre-party nap I'm soft and warm and creamy and would rather just stay home, curled up with a cat or two, feeling my Master's arms around me as if he were still here.
I would be naked.
He, to start, would be wearing a sport jacket with his jeans.
The contrast gets me every time.
I wish you all a happy, healthy, and peaceful New Year.
Joy and sex and lots of love.
I love you, Daddy.
For ever and ever.