YAWN!!!!

Wow! I just woke up from a nap with the kitties... I woke up and they were draped around my throat like two fur stoles... I have not really had an adventurous day, I worked on some artwork for my bedroom and played with the cats. I even went down to the Y to get my membership card replaced. Maybe now I will actually go and work out...tomorrow will be the test of that, as my goal is to go right after I get back from work in the morning if I am not too tired from the high-speed I have to work tonight. For those not in the know, high-speed is the trip where I have to work one late flight out and then spend about 5 hours on the ground and then work the first flight back in the morning. They are great in that I get paid well for them, but they are really hard on your sleep schedule. They tell us at work to treat them like a third shift job, which would be fine if they didn't put them in the middle of a schedule of regular "normal hour" trips.

Guillaume called today, we had a lovely chat, which was long overdo. He and his boyfriend are getting pretty serious, but it sounds like there might be some trouble on the horizon. They both just confessed to each other that they had both been rather unfaithful to each other during the last year or so. They decided that it was all ok, and moved on with their lives just agreeing to "try" to be honest with each other. I am not sure that I understand that logic, but it is not my relationship to be concerned with. Guillaume is getting ready to leave London for 3 months to take a "work-study" in Surrey doing Horticulture for the Royal Gardens. He is really excited but is afraid of the consequences it may have on his relationship. I let him know that I thought he was a fool if he allowed this boy to influence his decision about going on this program, as it is something that he had been planning for and working towards for the last 2 years. He would surely regret it if he decided to scrap the whole thing for his boyfriend.

Tony just came home and was telling me of his trip to the dentist... it seems he has to have a gold tooth installed this week. He is really self-concious about it, but I really don't think it will be noticeable. I reassured him by letting him know that if we could see it when he smiled I would follow him around with a cd player playing a regular mix of 1970's porn music where ever he went... boom chicka bownow...