Author: Brian Schnabel

“Good morning, Babe. Are you ok?” Those were the first words I heard of the morning as I opened my eyes to find Julia’s body pretty tightly wound around me.

This morning Julia and I got up and began running our routine again, which Julia has really gotten into. There was a point somewhere in the early hours of the morning when Julia had been getting into me, too. But… When we jumped out of bed at 5 AM it seemed to have served as an enhancement, making the whole wakeup routine experience better for both of us.

“Do you think getting up early and doing meditation is how some extremely wealthy people get us to do what they want us to do? I know that sounds crazy, but I was just doing a meditation and… Well… I think I know what you meant when you commented one time about finding two plus yourself at center rather than just the one you’d expect to find.”

“You know, Babe. I think I’m going to like doing this better. You were right. God has a sick sense of humor the way we were designed sexually.”

This morning Julia and I got up at five and I began my morning routine, doing pushups and free weights, while Julia did pushups and sit-ups. “The girl’s got energy!”

“I am so very sorry. I’ve been terribly selfish, and it hasn’t been fair to you at all. You deserve better than that.”

Today was one of those sensual rainy days with lots of playful visits from Julia in between her virtual therapy session with clients as I got my stuff together for my CPA Mike Murphy here in Newton NJ, did more reading up on Social Media Marketing, and took care of some online stuff for webhosting clients. Julia did pass me a meditation script from her phone at one point to get some input from me about it, which was cool.

It took me a while to get my brain in gear this morning, which worked great for Julia. I’m pretty sure she gets off on it. But then again… She gets off on me being wide awake, too. So… That might be a false impression.

I felt warm and relaxed, Julia curled up against me as she slept. It was still and quiet out and it felt good just to be awake at such a magical hour and running a meditation right then seemed like the perfect thing to do, “Which it was.”

“Wow Babe! That was intense. Thank you.”

“You are adorable in a perverted kind of way. But you certainly are adorable none the less. Are you sure you don’t want to add stuff from this bedroom to your collection of special background effects for podcasting? And… I wonder what would happen if they found their way into your Windows and WordPress How To videos?” Julia asked playfully.

“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.

“So… If you’re a blind person dreaming about unexpectedly getting a graphite cane, what does that mean? The dream was obviously a pleasant one and you are quite firm down there. Thanks for that by the way but…”

“Babe? Where did the videos go that were on BrianSchnabel.net? In fact, what happened to the site? It seems to have been totally rearranged.”

Today, Julia and I hit the ground, lazily running along. It was the day after Christmas after all and if the United States Post Office can take it easy, “So can we.”

“Merry Christmas Babe,” I whispered, running my fingers gently through Julia’s long silky light brown hair. “Is it morning already?” Julia whispered back. “Yeah,” I said. “That’s what the clock says, anyway.”