Well, I’ve got 27 journals to proofread, so that shouldn’t take more than a month or so.

Tom and I did our “job” earlier and I got off. He didn’t. I offered to try to get him off some other way and he said, “No, we’ll leave it build up another day. Besides, we’re getting close to when it matters.” Not for about a week and I still think it doesn’t matter when we do it and that there is no time for me that matters. Well, as long as there’s no catch to his doing this with me, which is trying about as best as we possibly can (if he does cum at the right time), this is good for me. I really need to do all that we can do to either have a miracle delivered to us or confirm my fears to the max, so I can adjust to whatever the outcome of this will be. It’s one thing to be sure in my mind for 30 years, but I need to see that I’m right or see that I’m wrong. If I’m as right as I always believed I was, I hope no trouble comes out of this. Not only can you not fight fate, but if you try to, trouble may come along and that’s all we need.

We got some animal cards today in the mail from some wildlife thing. So I cut some of them out and wallpapered the back wall of Piggy and Bunny’s cage.