Milestones: After my recent email exchange with the legendary Susie Bright, she asked me if she could re-publish one of my recent Stranger columns on her blog. Naturally I replied that I would be honored. So that’s slated to be up today, and I am very excited about it. Hey, baby, I’ve arrived! w00t!
Otherwise, it’s been an insanely busy two weeks. I was laughing to myself last Friday night – in an exhausted sort of way – at how overloaded everyone in my universe is. The usual disclaimer: it’s all good stuff. There’s just a lot of it, that’s all. Friday night was supposed to be Date Night with Monk. Normally we would all spend this time doing, shall we say, date-like activities.
However, when Monk showed up at my house Friday, I said, “I’m sorry, darling, I’m not going to be much fun tonight. I do need to go eat, because I pretty much haven’t all day. But then I have to come back and finish this last round of edits on the Stranger article, and then write this sidebar piece, because it all has to be in my editor’s email in the morning.”
He ran a dye-stained hand through his hair and sighed tiredly. “You know what, babe, that’s cool, because I’ve actually got a ton of work I need to do too.”
I looked at him concernedly. “I know you’re fighting that cold. Do you need some chicken pho? I can do that.”
“No, I need some meat. Let's go get protein.”
So we went and grabbed some Jones Barbeque, and then came back and worked on our computers. Sexy, huh?
Monk went to bed before I did, as befit a boy who’d gotten up at the crack of dawn. Later on, when I got under the covers with him, I naturally slid my chilly self right on over and cuddled up to his heat-radiating body. Mmmmmn, warm.
He made a vague noise in his sleep, as he always does when I do this. I suppose it could mean, “Jesus, babe, you’re like a human icicle, get off me until you defrost.” But I choose to interpret it as, “Oh hello darling, please do wrap yourself around me and get warm.”
I ran my hand down his chest and stomach, to the base of his torso, where I found… my goodness. I know Monk likes it when I cuddle him, but I didn’t think he liked it that much. It wasn’t a full-on woody, but it was still quite…noticeable.
Monk made another sleepy noise as I gave it a slight squeeze. “Well, even when you’re sick… I wonder what were you thinking about before you went to sleep.”
I didn’t really expect an answer, but he stirred, and said, in the thick drawl of the sleeper, “Soup.”
I giggled. “Soup? You were thinking about soup before you went to sleep and it gave you a hard-on?”
He stretched and sighed, without opening his eyes. “Yep. Does it every time.”
I laughed again and considered some possible answers to that, but then his breathing changed and I could tell he was falling more deeply asleep, so I took my hand away and wiggled my behind up to his side instead, and went to sleep myself.
