Lone Weekend

It’s 3:13 AM, and I’m sitting at the bar top at work after finishing my closing duties. I had a decent night. I will be driving home soon, and will finish my entry in the comfort of my backyard decompression area.

I worked again with Kevin, my favorite, plus the other nighttime bartender. I made meh tips, but that’s the life of being in the service industry.

He is out of town this weekend doing Boy Scout adult training. He left and we were on good terms, so I am currently content. There should be no issues while he is gone. He is to return Sunday afternoon. I am kind of excited about a short weekend alone.

Update:

I am now home and decompressing. Plants are watered and dogs are roaming the backyard looking for just the right spot to mark.

The only thing I hate about when He is gone is sleeping. It’s an interesting thing really. I went years sleeping alone, no partner, no lover to cuddle up with, and eventually over time grew to prefer it. Since I married Him in March of this year, I have fallen back into craving my human sleeping next to me. I wish I could sleep with the dogs in the bed, but He would know for sure, and a chew out would shortly follow. I used to sleep with the dogs before I started dating Him over 4 years ago. He deemed that insufficient at some point, and the dogs haven’t been able to sleep with me since.

I plan to surf the interwebs and smoke a few more fags before heading to bed.