When your DH looks so pleased with himself, smiling as he falls into a post-coital stupor, and you just can't give him the news that he's left the station before all passengers have disembarked ...

Now normally I ain't got no kind of problem letting a lover know his performance has not been satisfactory,  but this face doh!  The man is grinning ear to ear.  He's curled around me, holding my hand ... I just can't seem to bring myself to ask him to pass the vibrator.

Any who ...

It's snowing here.  Right now I see big fluffy flakes whizzing past my window.  The ground has a decent covering.  The roads are ice from where I see them.  I think today is going to be a pretty lazy day.  It's a good day for Netflix, cocoa, blankets, and family snoodles.  

My sleeping pattern is fucked.  I'm sleeping an average of 3 hours at at time.  Waking up for 3 hours or so and going back to bed for another 3 hours.  It's rather annoying.  I'm blaming my meds.  Whether it's a specific one or a combination somewhere I don't know.  My But appetite is also ferdoodled.  I'm either eating everything and anything that doesn't eat me first or the mere thought of food makes me want to blow chunks.  My pain levels have been pretty consistent though and I'm happy about that.  I'm taking like twice the Tramadol than I normally take (still below the prescribed level) but these days me and cold are not friends.  Let me restate that.  My lungs, the fact that I'm always hot, are friends with the cold.  My joints and arthritis and other problems do not like me being cold one little bit.  But between the drugs and creams, heat pads, hot showers, and the occasional backrub I'm hovering around a pain level 3 or 4.  I'm pleased with that!

Right now, I'm being sucked back into unconsciousness by pain meds.  Y'all don't do nothing I wouldn't do!  

Go spread some Love and some smiles!