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Weekends are good for the soul.

This was the weekend I needed.

After the most hellish of work weeks - nay, the most hellish of a work month, my soul had been battered. Between work and personal life, my ego got bruised, my confidence level had been dropping to all points south, and life on the home front was just bad.

My apartment took on the look of my mood, and my back has been hurting fairly non-stop for 3 weeks now.

Then kinkmogul came over. And the tide, as they say, began turning.

It was a wonderful weekend with my slave, reaffiriming who we are to each other, and how much we appreciate our relationship and how it fits into all of our other relations. Ours will never be a conventional relationship, but then again, when is anything in my life conventional?

Thursday night we reunited, ate at the Taco Truck, and talked, and hugged, and cuddled.

We had wonderful social calls, including dinner with naylandblake and lolitasir on Friday night after spending time chatting in a cigar shop, cradling our cigars in between our fingers.

I had a poker game with the boys on Saturday, and then kinkmogul came at the end to play with the resident dog and spend more social time. We then went home to do... other things.

Sunday was spent busy at home, as she helped me clean my apartment so that it is actually livable. (Worry not, 57714_2714, there is still plenty for you to do.) Then we went to lolitasir's apartment to eat scrumptious pork, watch hysterical movies, and chat the night away. I got to meet a bondage legend, and it took all my strength not to throw myself at his feet and beg for him to adopt me.

Now I sit at work, while my lovely slave rests in my bed before her flight home. It brings a smile to my face thinking of her cuddled up under my blanket.

I came into work early today, ready to attack the week.

In other interesting thoughts, had a conversation with dominicvine about back pain. When I commented about my pain, he immediately inquired about my cosmological sign.

"Are you a Leo?"

"No, a Libra."

"Ah, then it is your lower back."

I looked back at him, dumbfounded.

He spoke about how physical pain can manifest itself, and appear in certain parts, when one's ego is hurt. And that the tell-tale place for Libras is the lower back. Suffice to say, my ego has most certainly been kicked hard during the past month, on multiple fronts. He spoke how if one can heal the ego, the body will follow.

Interesting woo-woo food for thought for this non-woo fellow.


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Nov. 5th, 2007 04:07 pm (UTC)
Nov. 5th, 2007 03:32 pm (UTC)
I can attest that my partner is also a Libra and his regular "pain spot" is his lower back as well, nowhere else.
Nov. 5th, 2007 04:36 pm (UTC)
Nag nag
Whether woo-woo or not, you still need to make that appointment.
Nov. 5th, 2007 05:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Nag nag
I second the above motion.

Now that it has been seconded, according to Robert's Laws, it should hereby go into effect.

(Coercion by standard meeting rules rawks.)
Nov. 5th, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
poker on Saturday
hey Phil,
poker on Saturday was great and I could see how your face lit up when rita stopped by. good to read your weekend was that great.
Nov. 5th, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC)
You are part-woo remember?

i included a special *snortle translation especially for you in my *snortle translations. i have no doubt you will figure out which one if you look through them.

Glad you had a good weekend despite ongoing challenges in your life.

~ pug
Nov. 6th, 2007 05:53 am (UTC)
which part, "wo" or "oo"? I think oo. :D
Nov. 5th, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
I feel so content and satisfied. I've got about a million happy memories from the weekend.
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