Last night I visited a friend in Boston to watch the game. The record length world series game. That went for 7 hours and 20 minutes in 18 innings. EIGHTEEN! This after a full day of work, then visiting, leaving him in the 14th and finally arriving home at 5:30 am. To wake at 10 and do more work (side hustle). And now I’m home and so tired.
And I feel bad. I’m missing an opportunity. There are four lovely women out in our dining room while I’m almost falling over (the chair is catching me) and missing an opportunity to serve the ladies.
This is normally something I am happy to help with. But my fatigue is making me anti-social and the fatigue is also pushing me closer and closer to the bed. So I’ll miss this chance to serve. And Madame says I have an exemption tonight, which is good and I very much appreciate. But damn, I miss having such opportunities.
But it seems like I’ll get far more opportunities come next year as Madame promises significant changes coming with the first of the year. We’ll talk more about this and she’ll let me know what she has in mind, but my life as her domestic partner will certainly be more service oriented and include much more discipline. That’s what she’s saying I should expect next year. And I’m happy as a clam to hear that.
And now, soon, shortly, I’ll be passing out in the bed, because I’m beyond tired. It’s amazing how tired I am.