Wayne Gray

It's looking at us like "Are you the one who will save me? The one who will love me, and knit sweaters, and let me snuggle for warmth? Oh. Good. I've been waiting for you." *prrrrrr*

OMG. I have to stop. Someone help me.

Yeah. That kbois. She's a troublemaker.

Does Michael know how close He is to having a new roommate?

That is just REDICULOUSLY cute.

I had to look up cat behavior to understand mine. Eyes almost closed. Content. Slow blinking. Trusting. Learning not to throw something into a hot pan while husband is holding cat. Life lesson.

It's like a cranky little old man. They hiss and throw a fit, but that makes them even more endearing.

I have to stop looking at them!

God, they really are cute. Damn it.

omg! you're the perfect caretaker. I had no idea upon posting, but here we are! Such luck! Such serendipity! Such providence!

If only they had someone who could knit a little sweater for them ...

The cutest little wrinkles in the world.

I don't have a problem! I can quit the 'nip anytime!

Well, I don't have a love of copper wiring ... I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

I always say, if I get the choice of reincarnated lives, I will be a spoiled house cat.

I have to wonder ... is molly proud? Or horrified? Just whispering to herself, "oh no. What have i done?"

Okay. Reading what I just wrote makes my eye twitch. I think this is what a stroke feels like.

We are being PUNished and do not dessert this fate. Pie don't know how much smore I can cake.

Oh, lordy no. We don't have or need AC here in Northern California. But ... our heat is set at 62F. That's because gas is EXPENSIVE, and layering up is fine.

Well, here's a fun one! Luckily, nobody was hurt.

Wow. That's like me challenging Bruce Lee to a martial arts contest. I mean, you're just asking for PUNishment.

Thanks for the nice words. Meal prep is preparing most or all meals ahead of time and freezing them. It's pretty much required for serious efforts related to bodybuilding and truly transforming the body. At least, it likely is for me. The pain point here is the time it takes, and how long I'd need to tie up the kitchen to do it. It'd take getting organized, buying all of the ingredients necessary, and then preparing them all at once in our little kitchen. I've tried this before. Kevin HATES it, because I'm in "his" space for so long. I hate it because I give up half of a day on the weekend to do it. It turns into a chore that must be done, but once done, it's over. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't diminish my dislike of the task. It's just something I have to get over and do. No other tactic has worked, and I know this would.

Yeah, I'm aware. Honestly, the THC is far better than alcohol for me. The ones I take are an even split between CBD and THC. They make my joints hurt less, probably from the CBD, which is non-psychoactive. It helps me sleep when I'm tossing and turning, too. Again, the CBD will do that without THC. I'm almost out of the ones I've got, and I plan to buy only CBD this time around. All of the effects I actually want without getting high. Once I found out how the body processes alcohol (it prioritizes it over anything else until it's metabolized) I realized that yes, it's bad for people trying to lose weight. I don't crave either booze or THC. But I watched my brother wreck his life through drugs and alcohol. So ... the genes for addiction are there. I have an appointment later this month to talk about my rising blood pressure and the need to lose some weight. Alcohol will be on the table as something I surrender if it will help me avoid a lifetime of medication I don't need if I am disciplined. I'll also get my testosterone checked, just in case it dipped again. When that happens, I am a lot less resilient. I feel "off" and wrong. It's a cascading effect that touches everything. I am not feeling the same level of wrongness I did before, the first time I dropped way below normal for a guy my age, but some of it is there. That 100% has an impact on weight loss and muscle development, too. And guess what else affects Testosterone? Booze! So, yeah. I know what needs doing. Honestly, if I could make my goals happen without alcohol, but also without meal prep, I'd do it. I hate meal prep that much.

I am boozy. I know I sound like I have a problem, and maybe I do. But. Fuck it. I am free. Tonight, I am not worried. Or ashamed. Or scared. Tonight, I am free. And freedom seems to be the thing feared by those who want control. So I will keep freeing my mind by caring less about what I'm "supposed" to worry over. I will keep unleashing that which is supposed to be good, and subjected, and tamed. We will be what we must, to survive, and thrive, and exist. In spite of what we should aspire to be. I will continue. To be me.

I have seen him. He's hilarious!