This is the way it should be

I spent a grueling night at the gym yesterday. 50+ minutes on the elliptical and I thought I was going to die. Surely that will be my version of hell - surrounded by tiny perky people in skimpy color coordinated lycra gym outfits slaving away without appearing to sweat at all while horrendously bad techno music pounds in my ears.

I got home and was absolutely exhausted... and was basically konked out as soon as my head hit the pillow. This morning M let me sleep in and then woke me up with slow deep kisses that made my toes curl. I've had it with "timed" sex, I forgot how wonderful it can be when we're not worried about timing. This is the way it should be. Too bad I'm not ovulating.