guess it was my wish

the wish to be needed, to be patriarch (or matriarch, but accident of genetics puts me in a male body, so whatever the label) of a family and this new job, like or or not, even with it extremely intrusive demands, is what that dear old imaginary spirit santa put into my stocking this year... i have a stocking cuz jackson made me one years back... i think i had a stocking when precious made me one and maybe when minnie made me one and probably before too, but i don't recall ever making a xmas thing... wait, there was toronto, i did help put together xmas at home up there for a year or two... anyway, thank you santa... i think...

the head still hurts, whatever the reason... maybe we'll find out come february after the health insurance kicks in... exercise is missing, that is for sure... thyroid, thalamus, kidneys, liver, who knows... it's better than it was before and this would definitely have been an ideal night to stay asleep after fall asleep right after dinner, but... life... work... caring... responsibility... being needed... it's an old wish, maybe the oldest... so dr who has my attention (and not just cuz i'd really like to snuggle with the companion, what's the word, snoggle?... though definitely want more sensual than the british are known for... her {jenna} and mila would be my dream bookends, at least for the moment)... and i walked happiness, cuddled with curious, and now i am making pasta...

wish you were here :)