Fell asleep in Peyton’s bed tonight after a long day of life. I remember reading Little House on the Prairie and being in awe of Ma and Pa’s daily efforts to exist. God only knows how they did all that. No wonder everyone died at 60 back then.
This week has been fruitful, yet quiet. Peyton and I are closer than ever and my interest in men continues to hover at a level best described as “barely there.”
I’m having to scrape the barrel for tit pics because I’m hardly taking any anymore. I really just. don’t. care. Sigh.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend! And thank you to everyone who participates here!