“More recording today, Babe?” Julia asked as we slowly moved from the bedroom into the kitchen. “You know it,” I replied smiling. I think that was the first verbal communication we actually had, everything else we needed to say to each other done through other rather pleasant means of a physical nature.
Of course, there was some other stuff I needed to take care of for a customer, as well. But… Yeah… It was mainly a recording kind of a day.
Sometimes I think I really am being paid to screw off. The check received from our friends at the FBI yesterday wrapping up this year’s earnings quite nicely, though. I do appreciate being appreciated for my skills. But… Some days it really does feel like my work is nothing short of child’s play.
Julia laughed when I told her that before we headed to bed this evening. “I don’t know Brian. You couldn’t pay me a trillion dollars to experience some of the visions you have, let alone right one down. That’s got to be hard,” she said quietly.
“Yeah… The visions do suck at times. But… If they help get really harmful people off the street so the average person can sleep without the fear of being chopped into small pieces while breathing their last breath? I can live with that,” I said.
“The WordPress webhosting computer and podcasting stuff though? That’s where the real child’s play comes in for me,” I added.
“How about making love to your wife? Is that child’s play?” Julia asked slyly.
“Julia, that falls under the category of adult play,” I said laughing. Julia and I had climbed into bed at this point, and she indicated by taking my hands in hers and gently moving them to various points on her body what she wanted as she spoke. “Well… how about you show me how this whole adult play thing is supposed to work then.”
And… With that… Uh… I’m pretty sure it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess how the rest of the night played out.