"Life Be's Dat Way Sometimes"  If you need a caption for this picture, you are high.  Granny used to say that from time to time.  Once the Gus finally got some journal entries up, I discovered that life had been that way to him.  He suffered an incredible ordeal last Saturday, most of which would have been avoided had I known he was coming through this way.  He broke down within ten miles of where I live.  And when you need a map, who better to go to than a map nut?  For future reference to anyone I know:  if you are gonna be in the Baltimore-DC area, lemme know, I'll have a drink and whatever else you need waiting.  Well, depending on what else you need...maybe not.      Cryon is staying over for a few days.  He already moved his family out of Army housing and up to Michigan for some legal responsibilities, and now has to wrap up some obligations here before he can be proclaimed a free man, his indentured servitude to Uncle Sam having elapsed.  Once that is outta the way, he can go collect the family and continue toward Oregon.  In the meantime, we have a guest in our self-consciously nasty little house, with its nearly empty fridge and dysfunctional tub drain, heaps of clean laundry piled on the sofa.  Not my first choice for entertaining guests, but for now my only one.  I'll prolly do some cleaning and some shopping and repair the drain, yet again, late this afternoon or evening.      His presence certainly does make for some shifting in the fields of sexual tension around here.  The hubby is now even being charming and witty.  I'm getting lots of eye contact and double entendres.  Sad thing is, I have absolutely no interest in either of them.  During the middle of the day when I feel like a flaming wad of hormones, and the longing daydreams come (and it is absolutely the worst time to go calling people I have crushes on by telephone, such a torture), it's like being outside myself looking on in amazement as absolutely nothing happens in my biochemistry, with these interested males hanging around.  You figure it out, I give up.      It looked like the safest bet would be to invite the hubby to room with me.  I know from experience he can take no for an answer, and it might prevent any might-be sneak-ins.  I trust Cryon, but I haven't known him as long, so it pays to play it safe.  So he can have the hubby's bed.      The slot car party arrangements are finalized, well at least the date/time/place part.  The possibility of live cam has not been settled yet.  Have been stirring up some interest in it in the AW community.  Prolly need to post a thing about it at my Pink Village site.      I keep getting interrupted, this is frustrating and it's taking too long.  Fuckit, it goes up now.    -- Spring  link o' the day: Neotrace