November 29th

And there went November, pffft!

Mid month I was up in Vancouver as a presenter for a leather conference put on by the BIO people. I did a class on cutting and scarification. It was the first time I've presented at a conference like that and things appeared to go fairly well. I was lucky enough to have the lovely Koi come in from Edmonton to be the canvas I did my art on, re-cutting the jumping fish we first did last year at Lupercalia.

We were both the house guests of Katt and Wolfe of Erotimania fame during our time there. We ate well - you always eat well in Vancouver - and the only bummer was that an air mattress deflated and I ended up throwing my back out. It continues to be sporadically sore, and my chiropractor says it looks like a big ball of swelling at the L4 nerve root on the left. When it spasms it's a stab of pain straight in, plus it radiates down the leg and my leg buckles. It is getting better as time goes on and I guess it's just one of those things that happen. No rhyme or reason for it and it's no one's fault.

The trip to Canada was the first big road test for my new car. I haven't named her yet, although Shawn and others have called her my 'yacht'. She is a tad bit bigger than the Honda, that's for sure. She held up very well, and even with the big V-8 engine didn't seem to consume that much gas.

I've had a couple of dates with a lovely lady that - for now - I'll call Lady O, for purposes of the journal. We've enjoyed our time together, and we're doing things cautiously. It's a Good Thing and I don't think either of us wants to jinx it.

The diet? Thanks for asking. Slow. I'm continuing to lose, but it can be as slow as 0.5 pound per week. The determination hasn't changed, however, and I'm just gonna keep on keeping on. I had dinner with Shawn the other day and she told me my hands were looking smaller - then paused a beat for a rim shot - "...and trust me, I'd know!"

Thanksgiving was at R's house, as last year. Georgette and a handful of other friends were there. You could tell that we were all big bad kinkoids. Oh, these terrible sadomasochists... watched Nemo and Monster's Inc. Thanksgiving is a holiday I live often throughout the year. Whenever I make a small acknowledgement of the riches of my life or sacrificial nod in appreciation - it's Thanksgiving. It is the reality of Life Is Good.

And that's about it for now - a quick little hopping and skipping around, but I wanted to get off the pot and get something posted after such along hiatus.

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