Booboobear visited Babyman at the hospital, and once Babyman was discharged, Booboobear took him home with him.
A crew of plumbers arrived.
I watched The West Wing 4:1, 2
And football.
The plumbers determined they did not have the necessary parts, what with parts houses closed for the holiday.
They'd come back the next day.
I was in touch with Denny, my supervisor. Given the events of the day, and having no hot water to take a shower, could he get me the night off work.
He did so manage.
We opened presents.
Merry and I gave Stitch a new belt, the only thing he asked for, and I gave him a card indicated that a subscription to SI was ordered in his name.
I gave Merry a new pair of "Mary Janes" ... that she had picked out and bought at Payless three weeks ago, and had been in the trunk of the car until now.
We gave Sunshine a Feisty-Pet, Sir Growls-a-Lot.
Denny, from work, gave me a portable speaker system that I can plug into my phone or table or computer... but it needs a USB connection for power.
Merry gave me ... something that I did the 'work' in ordering it online, so just she had to wrap it after it arrived in the mail...
Two two-packs of Jockey Tall y-front tighty-whities, size 36.
This might seem like an odd Christmas present request, when I could have chosen from a long list of non-necessity-type gifts.
But:
I collect underwear like some women collect shoes or purses. (Not Merry, for sure, but some women).
Back when I had more money than sense, I collected a couple drawer's worth of underwear, whether backless that might better appeal to the gay community or women's panties... and some conventional men's, usually boxer-briefs.
In the intervening years, my body shape has changed.
I have developed a beer-belly, tho' I don't drink beer. But the belly is on me, and as a result, most undies come up to under my belly button, and quickly slump down.
So research found the Jockey Tall size, with more length from leg band up the hip to the waist band.
I started out with two pair in 38 but these are loose at the top, and STILL slip down.
So I've been anxious to acquire them in 36, in the hopes the tighter waistband will aid in keeping them up.
It's notable that I have many pair of boxer briefs. One singular problem with most of them is that the bottom hem, that start out at mid thigh, ride up, til they're bunched up at the crotch.
I have a few pair that I'm happy with; the waistband is high enough on my belly that they don't pull down, and the legs don't ride up.
However, I'm currently on a tighty-whities kick.
Why?
Because I'm feeling the urge, the pull, to get back into the 'thing' that brought Merry and myself together so long ago.
My strongest, primary fantasy in this regard involves a younger, submissive man and an older dominant woman.
Like Mother/son; Aunt/nephew; Stepmother/stepson; Mother-in-law/son-in-law.
With the male reduced to naught but tighty-whities before the real fun begins.
So,
Dinner mean, Stitch and I went to a Subway and fetched sandwiches.
Home...
Watched 4 eps of "Life in Pieces" then 2 of "Comic Book Men".
Sleep 23:00
Up 03:00, to pee and get some ice cream.
Merry came in, still awake.
Back to bed...
7:20 up...
Repacked my bag. Tlt
Help Merry in shower
Changed my clothes.
Fed animals.
Out 8:26 (595.1)
At PT 8:40 (599.0)
She did her thing, I read most of Sunday's LA Times.
Out 10:05 to Walmart (600.2) to pickup a month's worth of prescriptions.
Then Denny's on Carson. Had a great breakfast sandwich on the 6-dollar menu.
On to pick up Booboobear ... 11:22 (608.4) who needed to borrow the car for his appointment.
Home 11:35 (618.0).
Inside...
Called Dr B to postpone my appointment on the 16th (to the 30th).
Undressed...helped Merry.... TLT
Bed for nap .... interrupted by Merry looking for money to go to market with J after he got back, even tho' I left my wallet in plain sight...
UP 16:00
Moved the litter box from BR1 to living room.
Alka/s Tlt
At desk looking at accounts til 17:00
Pee..showered...dressed...prepped....
with coffee n snax..... bags to car.
Kissed Merry good bye
17:49 (684.5) in car, "75 miles to empty"
Stopped at Sinclair.
9.785 gals at 104684.8, 22.5 on cap-one.
Rolled on....
Stopped at 7-11 on SMB for refill pack of filters.
Office 19:09 (709.3).
IN 19:13.
Very quiet night ...and next day.
at work
Finished The West Wing for the 2nd time, with 7:21-22.
Started watching "30 Rock"...1:1-7.
Yawning so hard I thought my jaw would break..
Out 5:34
Home 6:12.
"Tuesday" parking annoyances... but I stalled long enough to see Bull pull out of the driveway in my car, and so I pulled in.
Fed cats...
MDM steak, from last night, and rice.
Watched CBM 11/27.
Not feeling well.... Merry asked me to ... get up and do something, thing it had to do with her heating pad, and I declined, while coughing, and I threw up a little, in my mouth, swallowed it back down, and tried to go to sleep 7:00
8:45 up to pee
10:45 up to pee again, and feed Donna, since I had simply forgotten, earlier in the morning.
I heard Merry talking to booboobear out in the living room, so I remembered he was borrowing Merry's car to go to an appointment at CoH.
15:05 up to pee.
16:45 up.
Alka/s fed cats Tlt
Merry told me that booboobear should be back soon (he was).
Stitch was late getting home, stopped to put air in a bike tire...home about 17:30
I signed into the desk top and checked various account statusus.
Merry told me the latest news about booboobear and his g/f.
Kissed Merry good bye.
In car 18:11.
At work 19:16.
IN 19:21.
Res-agent said, the closing agent scheduled did not show up. Not sure if that meant, did not show up,or called in to somebody and said, 'not coming in' but no matter, this res-agent said, "I'm leaving, last one out..." at 9:08
Phones were very quiet, and at 9:45 I checked the queue .... res agents were not properly logged out, so anybody calling on the phone in to Reservations would be in the "please hold queue" for seven minutes, until the call gets kicked via overflow to Dispatch.
By 9:55, Denny and I figured out how to get the last agent logged out, when it didn't much matter, as the calls are automatically routed into dispatch after 10:00pm anyway.
Denny took a "where's my car" from a lady at EWR around 10:10, which would be 01:10 THERE. Could not get the NY dispatcher to answer the phone...it just rang. Lady finally said, "Taking a cab" at 10:20. NY dispatcher finally answered around 10:30 with kind of a "What's the problem?" attitude.
Denny passed on the problem to our CEO via phone call.
Then Denny asked, "So what's next?"
I said, "Don't ask, you might get an answer"
