You know, I’m not particularly superstitious, but I’m beginning to think that years that end in “13” are bad luck. Life is just hard right now! In February we had a bout of illness that ripped through our little household and laid us low for a solid week, immediately followed by (and perhaps leading to) a batch of relationship woes that have sidelined our D/s activities. The employment situation has been a mixture of heavy demands for time and effort and an increasingly precarious outlook for the future, and in the meantime, prices go up, taxes go up, and every time you turn around somebody is looking for money somewhere. And it feels like the amount of rules and regulations (traffic cameras, permission slips, licenses, forms to fill out, and processes that must be followed) in our life keeps rising higher and higher, and has now reached a point where one’s head is just about to go under. When did life become a quicksand of bureaucracy?
Perhaps it will get better when spring fully arrives, but didn’t TS Eliot say something about April being the cruelest month? I don’t know. It would be nice for the world in general to catch a break.
All of this is a lead up to saying sorry for the lack of quality posting lately. It’s hard for me to find time to write, and with Joy and I still trying to work through our problems, it’s also hard to find inspiration. I will say that we are making progress, and even though I don’t think we’ve quite reached the root of the problem, communication continues and more and more information and feelings are being uncovered. I plan on writing a post providing a better update to our situation and what seems to be getting in the way in the next few days. Of course, I’ve been telling myself that for several days in a row now. Hopefully I’ll be able to find time soon…