Stormy weekend in many ways

I’m afraid I didn’t make it to the writing workshop. Matthew got in the way. I headed a couple of hours away, with the plan to go on the two hours to the workshop the next morning. I stayed over night with another old friend and that turned into an experience. We stayed up late talking and then after I headed to my bed I sat there on it playing a little longer on the computer. Then about midnight I pulled back the comforter only to find there were no sheets on the bed. Hmm… what to do. I wasn’t about to wake her to ask for some, so I just slept on the mattress pad. No real problem. The dilemma was going to be whether or not to tell her the next morning.

Morning came early – to a screaming fire alarm. This is getting to be a habit. No firemen, hot or other wise, came but we had a hard time getting the darn things to shut up! After getting a ladder we were able to get to the thing and get the battery out. That didn’t help – it still screamed. She put a new battery in, still nothing. I was ready to start screaming with it. I knew it was also wired into the home so I suggested she go to the fuse box and about that time it final shut up. Well it did keep chirping, but we could live with it. As you can see my day was off to a wonderful start. About an hour later when my friend came to pick me up to go to the workshop and I made a strong suggest that we not go. The workshop was in a city that we hadn’t thought would be so effected by the storm, but we were mistaken. After a small argument, she finally agreed and we headed back to her apartment and spent the day writing.

Before I left Nick surprised me with a spanking. And the main surprise was the reason. His reason surprised me and I hoped he will continue to pay attention to it, because it’s one of my worst faults and I wish I could correct it. Yes, I’ll tell you all about it, but I need to mull it over a while longer.