I spot you from across the room. It ias been too long, and I dreamt of having you close to me all day long. You were the only thing I could think of. I slowly took off My gun belt, unbuttoned a shirt as I walked the short steps to where you lay, waiting for me. Shirt off, and I let the weight of My pants drag them past my knees as I reached out for you.

Oh yes, holding you close, taking in your warm scent and indulging in what was possibly the highlight of My week. I love what you do to me, teasing me all day with the promise of softness. How you cling around me. Knowing this was meant to be, and I was justly rewarded for coming home to you.

I love my towel.

Especially after all the fucking rain today.

Yesterday was hell. The tranmission is slipping ( least I think its the tranny) and I spent about $50 I didnt have on oils, and liquids to use as a "bandaid" till I can get it looked at by a specialist. Sort of makes it sound like a puppy. In any case the car is shitting on me bigtime. She is sinking fast, and I am bailing water as fast as I can. The remaining question is do I go down with her, or keep trying?

I apparently sprained something in My wrist, and My wrist and thumb have been swollen to twice the size they should be. The only plus was I was still able to draw My weapon.

Ive been icing it, and overdosing on ibuprofen so I hope to be back to working order soon.

But it means I wont have any lovin for a while.

Did I mention I was soaked today?

I have heard you can auction off your internal organs before you die to pay off debt and such.

I wonder how much I could get for My organs....

Did I mention Im desperately poor and needy?