Stretching Bonds

Jumped up early, Julian had set an alarm for 7. The office was still being renovated, so it was the weirdest deja vu. Familiar but not quite right. On the plus side, without Lady Miss Friday demanding my attention and the constant availability of food, I was able to eat less and stay more focused. For all that Tim has jokingly noted that my attempt to cater to Lady Miss Friday's separation anxiety is really me addressing *my* separation anxiety, she was exceptionally needy both before I left and in the evening. I am very, very, very happy I requested to be forced back in gradually.
That being said, it was fine. Julian dropped me off and picked me up, and Carl talked about how a friend got through med & law school, multiple graduate degrees, of course, but couldn't work. Brilliant, but bipolar. I mentioned I might be, he gave the most unsurprised look I've ever seen. Julian picked me up right on time. He was actually early, but my phone died due to...I'm not sure. The Wifi wasn't very strong, but surely that wouldn't cause my phone to drain faster? We fucked when we got home, flipped, even, and I managed to psychologically stave off cumming too soon. Score! In the evening, FHA texted me two hilarious and hilariously matched memes, and we talked about starting an Only Fans. Just gotta start putting out content. Since it was Tuesday, we had Taco Tuesday. He hopped over to the store to snag tortillas and salsa, I cooked up some soy curls with the fajita seasoning packet and it was delightful. I'm a sucker for a theme, and I think I'm going to incorporate them into dinners again. We don't have the culinary skill, AFAIK, to do Ethnic Nights, but we'll find something.