So much for that.

Feeling discouraged tonight. She turned down a backrub. Can't sit still, she says, but she's sitting still in that damn recliner.

::sigh::

Fuck.

Or rather, a total lack thereof.

She came home tense from the drive, took two painkillers, watched TV until they took effect, and then crashed into bed.

Frozen over again lately.

It's probably mostly my fault. I haven't been making myself available for intimacy, really, lately. I've been hanging out online and not with her.

Then again, it's really hard to reach out, when I get no response.

So tonight, she's going to a concert. She really really really likes concerts. They always make her feel good.

So when she comes home, I'm going to put away everything else, and bring her into the bedroom. The kitchen countertops (which she asked me to clean) will be clean, and I will have prepared as much as possible.

Cross your fingers for me.

Woohoo!

The "He Said, She Said" podcast folks have decided to give me five minutes and their voices to perform a weekly audio drama.

I've written the first episode of "It's My Floor" for them, and they put it in show number 41. Too cool! It's an incredible charge to hear my words performed.

Not a lot of news

For the half-dozen of you that read this blog, I'll just put this placeholder in, to say that yes, I'm still here, and no, not much has changed.