Post 1639 - Another Weekend Gone

I returned to the city from my mother's this afternoon.  She was sorry to see me go.  I was sorry to leave.

I am really quite sore from Saturday's ordeal.  Pulling and tugging and trying to lift a lawn tractor is no fun, and accomplished nothing other than to strain muscles unused to such work.  I have grown soft, like James Bond in "Never Say Never Again".  I keep expecting Blofeld to come out of the woodwork and say something like, "It is time to die, Mr. Bond.  You must make love to my mistress first, of course, and then you must die, crushed under the weight of the evil lawn tractor.  Ha ha!  Goodbye, Mr. Bond!"

Bastard.

Patricia kept telling me all weekend how much Newbie was missing me.  Apparently, he stood sentry around the door this afternoon.  By the time I got here, though, he was as aloof as any other house cat.  He spent a bit of time with me, but afaik, he is not even in my home office where I'm writing this blog post.  I can't see him from where I'm sitting.  He plays hard to get better than any woman I have ever met.

Newbie kept telling me all weekend how much Patricia was missing me.  Apparently, she stood sentry around the door this afternoon.  By the time I got here, though, she was as aloof as any other woman.  She spent a bit of time with me, but afaik, she is not even in my home office where I'm writing this blog post.  I can't see her from where I'm sitting.  She plays hard to get better than any house cat I have ever met.  

And, if the last 2 paragraphs look the same, read carefully.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy