Today is already playing on my mind, it’s going to have some serious challenges. The only reason I even know what day it is , is because Mrs. G is coming home this afternoon.
So here’s the scenario. I was put in the nub on Sunday before she left. Reason being was because of the tornado damage. I worked all day Saturday uncaged. We weren’t sure what the conditions would be like. However the sweat, dirt, bending, crawling, climbing and some of the hazardous conditions caused me some skin irritation. It seems that this year in lockup has caused me to become quite sensitive.
So on Sunday she left for daughter’s house and I went to start clearing trees so we could put part of a roof on a house. I didn’t even get to the site when I felt something odd. Upon inspection I realized I had partially slipped out. With some struggles I was able to remove the nub. That’s when I realized I used the wrong ring. I had been out of the nub for so long I forgot I had to downsize the ring. I’ve been loose and free ever since. Probably wasn’t a bad thing since yesterday I was climbing and building stick rafters, a lot of rafter straddling trying to remove, repair damaged material.
Mrs. G got upset when she didn’t hear from me all day. She has been following every message with

, this is her symbol for reminding me that I should be dripping. She’s working me up for my big cum event tonight.
Now the problem. I haven’t told her I have been loose. I didn’t want to put her in a bind with daughter in her continual presence. I will have that discussion when she gets home. I can say that I have been hands off and faithful to the cause. But I’ve also been so exhausted that I barely get showered and in bed. If today is the same I will be too exhausted for her this evening. I’m sure she will understand but, she’s also got plans too.
This storm has done so much destruction. It’s emotionally and physically draining. Everywhere you look debris is tangled up with mangled trees. Buildings appear to have just exploded and we occasionally find objects that no one can identify where it came from.
People have been wonderful. Coming from everywhere to help and bringing food too. I’m ready for normal.
I enjoyed catching up here this morning. I long for watching the smile on Mrs. G’s face when she turns that lock again, putting her hand on my chest and stretching upwards to kiss me. then saying those beautiful words that I long to hear.
“Good boy”
Life is still good.