Considering how I have a mandatory 3-hour “feedback and coaching” training at work tomorry beginning at 9 a.m., I’m not exactly raring and ready to do the early-to-bed kind of thing just yet. It’s hard to stay on a normal, grown-up kind of sked when D.’s not around. These long-distance relationship dealies leave a lot to be desired.

I ended up having a field greens salad and some leftover halibut avec barley and mushrooms for dinner. I tend to eat well on leftovers after a weekend with D.

Too bad my vibrator is kaput (well, technically, it still works — it just makes a godawful clattery racket whenever I switch it on). I was subsumed with impure thoughts and lustful urges all day today. (I tried to, um, gratify said urges at one point today in the ladies’ room at work, but people kept interrupting me.) I’ve a feeling it’ll be a long, long, lonely week — D. gets here Friday night late.

More anon, and on, and on. . . .