I have been working on my bedroom for over two weeks. The walls are nearly completed. I peeked in this morning with dread to see just how much needs to be done for it to be completed. Not much. The ceiling has been primed and needs paint. The trim needs to be painted. I hate painting trim.
I am still sleeping on my new bed in the living room floor. It would appear that I would want to finish this job and move into my beautiful new bedroom. I have all new things to dress the room to make it so lovely.
I would but one day this week my lover came for a visit. The next day I didn’t do anything but wash the dishes. I was worn out. Sounds crazy. I used to make love or if one prefers, have sex and get up and be full of energy. Not anymore. Afterward now, I am worn out. I have to wonder if it is the quality of the love making or just me getting older.
Dang, I hate to think it is because I am getting older. Might be. I think I will talk to my doctor about it next time. I can see the look on his face when I tell him. He is so young that is probably thinks ladies my age do not have sex. 🙂
OK….I know that y’all are wondering why I don’t get my lover to paint the room. He said he would but that he had never painted. Hey, I don’t know about y’all but that is a huge red flag in my book. I had rather do it myself.
He does know how to mow grass so the next time he comes over, I think I will suggest that he mow mine before we have fun. That should be a good test to see what his real intentions are. Don’t ya think?