i'm on the bus to Ms Simone's. that said, i'll be getting off a bit early, at morrison's. She texted mid-afternoon, asking me to pick up one or two things.
so i made a list.
tam's been texting all afternoon, too. and elaine, all day. tam's working his way through "now you are Hers" with Stella. so he's bouncing ideas off me, looking for my take on things. it can't be easy being him just now. having to watch such massive changes in himself.
good on him for having the bottle to jump out of his comfort zone, though.
elaine's sort of skittish, Her texts hurried and sometimes difficult to follow. i wish i knew what was going on there.
not a bad week, really. a week in the basement's always good and it's looking like next week will be spent down there, too.
and, best of all, another weekend at the feet of my Owner and Goddess!
i'm still slightly weirded out by that - whatever it was - that i saw on wednesday, but the further i get from it, the less i believe it actually happened. my mind starts knitting together explanations - someone with down's syndrome and a couple of other things wrong with it? nah, that wouldn't explain all that paper being sorted out overnight.
there's no point in worrying about it - i'm free of the place til monday.
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