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A little past a month into quarantine.
School has been canceled for the rest of the year. What a strange time for James to enter school- to only go for about 6 months and then have an enormous summer break.
Coffee cake in the oven. Found sugar on my collarbone.
Puff sleeping on my lap. Snoring a little. I love him like I love my kids. He cries each day for me to cuddle him so he can take a late morning nap. Follows me around. Paws at my workroom door. Then we sit on the couch with the fluffy gray blanket and he kneads it like momma fur and I give him the good pets that would feel like his momma grooming him when he was tiny (I think the secret to all creatures is to treat them like their momma did when they were tiny) and he readjusts and purrs and purrs and finally falls asleep.
I’m needing to be alone lately. So aware of my hormones. I feel so different from week to week though nothing on the outside changes much- days at home, playing outside, sitting in the sun, yard work, house chores, meals together, tantrums, requests, drives along the same farmland roads, same sleep, same seeing no one. The change is so clearly in me.
Last week was good. I was happy and motivated. I think we had sex four times. We pressure washed and got a new vacuum and painted things outside and fixed up the front garden.