We are limping into Fall with an air conditioning system that is not quite working. We have maybe one more hot day to deal with before it cools down again. I can ride out maybe a few hours of discomfort. Today I let the cool morning air in. I took a nap by an open window. Sweet.
J wanted to go out to dinner. We had an early meal, more of a lunch really at Cheesecake Factory. I ordered a Cuban sandwich. I ate only half of it, with the green salad that came with it. Very nice. I prefer the Cuban sandwiches at Kuba Kuba or Kuba Kuba Dos, but a bad Cuban sandwich is hard to find.
We went home. I took another nap beside my open window. I awoke around Seven PM. Do I go swimming? At first blush, no. Then after dithering about for half an hour, decided a swim would be the right thing to do. So I went.
I got my 1750 meters in, faster than yesterday. Then I showered, shaved, dressed and came home. The triumph to which the title refers is that I swam, instead of sitting around. On my return, I fixed J’s lunch. She has a chance to work at Target tomorrow so she is taking advantage of it.
This afternoon, I was chatting with a friend who is familiar with the BDSM lifestyles and variants. She lives in Vermont and met J on holiday six years ago. I shared I thought J was a “little”. Upon her observation of J during our visit, she said she thought she observed some “little” behaviors. Now I am more certain of the opportunity and challenge presented to me and my role as a “Daddy”.
Good for you, sounds like a pleasant day.
Exciting about the dominant thing. Do tell about the challenges and such. So intrigued.
First thing is taking the theatre and show out of it. It is about exercising authority, like making a decision about dinner.
You alone get to decide what good girls do in your world ❤️