Mistress and Slave have settled into a very comfortable two-a-day sexual routine here in the high desert, where right now a light and fluffy snow is falling. (Better to provide a cushion if we fall off that over-hyped fiscal cliff tonight?)
Yesterday was a relaxing one for us: morning sex, then several hours of lolling about the cabin as Slave watched some meaningless football, and Mistress plowed through a book.
I was a little disappointed as the NFL chips fell and it became apparent that my Pussycats would be playing in Houston rather than New England this coming weekend. Mistress and I were contemplating some sexy stakes to bet against Suzanne, Jay and Tammy over at All Mine in the event her Pats and my 'Gals had that momentous confrontation in the "wild card" round.
Oh well, maybe next year. I don't think it's very likely the Pussycats will make it past both Houston and then the WC's Donkeys to the AFC Championship game.
At some point in early afternoon, we rallied for a cold weather, high altitude bike ride, all bundled up for temperatures at around 30 degrees. It was definitely a challenge, but we survived, ending up both sweaty and freezing by the time we slid into our snow covered drive. Then it was time for a nap, some afternoon sex, and a dinner date with some old friends from Oklahoma at an old Cantina in town, where some laid back jazz was provided by a local combo.
Both of our friends are retired from higher ed. But, amazingly, they drove out here with her parents, both in their early 90's. The close confines of an 18 hour car ride, and an overheated condo had given them a bad dose of cabin fever, so they were happy to ditch their elderly companions for an evening out with us.
They did share an amusing tale: At Christmas her Mother (the one in the early 90's) quieted the crowd with notice of an important announcement: was it plans to move into assisted living, or pass on their ample firearms collection to those more capable of a straight shot?
No, she proclaimed to all, including her grandchildren:
"I'm 93 .... and I still get horny!"
Now those are encouraging words for a sex blogger heading toward mid-60's!
Happy New Year to all of our friends, followers and lurkers! May 2013 cum early and often for all of you, with or without a fiscal cliff to tumble down!