Back home.

Alas. The green splendor of Sullivan Countly has disappeared in my rear view mirror. I'm back home. Last night, before I went to bed, I went out into the meadow behind the house and took the first good look at the Milky Way that I've had the opportunity to do in years. Just magnificent. Also, I saw the constellation Scorpius, my birth sign, sitting on the horizon, with Antares, its gleaming red heart.

The GMSMA Board Retreat was wonderful. The food was great. The accommodations were splendid. Our hosts were well hung. At least, one of them was. What a fire hose on that Pilates instructor. It was a pleasure sharing the hot tub with him. And we got so much work done, in meetings that were entirely free of acrimony, but were rich in good ideas. This should prove to be a very good year for GMSMA.

Oh, and my draft Intro to S/M brochure was very well received. A committee was convened to polish it, and hopefully it will be gracing our literature table before too long. I'm really pleased about that.

And... and... I returned home (after a four hour drive in creeping traffic from the moment we hit the approach to the GW Bridge) to find my dog happy and well cared for, and all of my boots looking better than they ever have since I brought them home, thanks to the excellent service provided by cubby.

And basanos. i am at peace. I could tell myself a million versions of the story of what might be 'really' going on there, but I won't. I take the situation at face value. I did some deer hunting when I was growing up. The principle quality necessary for getting a deer is patience.

Patience.

Whether you're stalking, or sitting in your wee little tree fort in wait, it's all about patience.

I am here. Waiting patiently. basanos knows where I am. It's a finite universe. Eventually, he will come within my reach, and then I'll have him. And once the chains are on, they're on. My chains. For good.

And tomorrow should prove to be a very good day. Chain bondage, shaving and flogging with a nice man from Bethlehem. I need some good play. Hope he's up for getting pissed on, too.

*sigh*

When basanos does get here, Job One will be a suspension frame. I'll have to tell him to bring whatever tools he'll need. I need a suspension frame.

Anyway, catch me tonight at the Eagle. I'm the one with the beautiful shiny boots smoking a cigar on the roof.

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