Waking up this morning with ChI was surprisingly placid. I checked my email on her slow computer and slyly sent a submission to a webring where I'd found some other interesting sites. ChI doesn't know about my journal you see - and I'm not quite sure how she would react to it. In some ways she is extraordinarily outgoing and exhibitionist but in others very private. I doubt she'd get much of a kick out of finding that I wrote about our sex lives to the world.

She smells wonderful in the morning - a mix of the flowers near the window and the indescribable smell of her bed. I am addicted to it - kind of a cross between subtle perfume and dryer sheets. I have to work tonight so I spent the afternoon resting and reading a book that a fellow I know is working on. I scribbled a bunch of notes in the liners of the pages and hopedully he will take my criticisms well. It really is a good book but it starts off on this awful line (almost as bad as 'it was a dark and stormy night'). The line is, "Don't ever say my name out loud." I suppose that line in itself isn't too bad - but to start off a page of boring dialogue (how most of this fellows writing start) it is absolutely horrendous. Fortunately, like a harlequin novel the plot gets more interesting.

ChI stopped by while I was asleep and dropped off some soup for me. I still haven't told her about tomorrow night yet - she's not going to be happy that I'm spending it with her arch nemesis klepto-girl.

Dean