My house guests have been gone for a little over a week. In fact, they are safely back in their native Ukraine.
In another day or so, I’ll be out of the food that the latest ex-Mrs. Bastard cooked for me before she left. Fuck cooking. I’m going back to frozen dinners. That’s the easiest way for me to control my portion size, and I need to lose about a hundred pounds anyway. OK, probably not a hundred. But at least fifty.
Now I can walk around the house nekkid and nobody is around say a damn word about it.
I’m getting used to being alone in a big house. The peace and quiet is nice. But it is a touch lonely.
It’s going to take forever to do all the stuff that needs to be done. Fortunately, nothing is particularly pressing, and I have nothing but time. When I’m not working. Or sleeping. Or trying to sleep.
OK, so maybe I don’t have all that much time.
Overall, I’m glad things with B didn’t work out. Yes, I miss having a girlfriend. I miss how she made me feel. A lot. And I really, really miss the regular, mind blowing sex that we had in the beginning. And believe it or not, I miss those little girls. But they, especially the youngest, would have destroyed the house. Even a modicum of order would have been impossible. And that would have driven me up a fucking wall.
I wouldn’t have minded quite so much if their mama kept her promise to fuck me silly on a daily or near daily basis. But she’d have broken that promise just like she broke all the rest of them. So I’m calling it a win.
I had a surveyor come out and mark the lines last week. The corners are quite a ways from where I thought they were. But now I know, and can get started on the fence. And the berm for the shooting area.
And I have new fountain pens and inks to play with.
And for the first time in years, I have all my reloading stuff under the same roof, and in a climate controlled environment.
In other words, I have plenty of distractions.