This is an off the cuff post. I ache for Mr. D so badly this morning. I’m at work texting him. I should probably let the Man focus on work. I know I should be focused on my work. But, ugh, when the need and the craving for him sets in sometimes it’s like a wildfire. I can’t put it out and blowing on it just makes it burn hotter.

How do you quench the flames when all you really want to do is burn baby burn? I want to wallow in the insanity. Like a shark in a feeding frenzy, I want to roll in the heady scent of it and be consumed.