I have exactly two more hours until I need to be down the street, doing a yoga session for a client.
He pays me well to teach him yoga three times a week. It pays for all of my food for the week, which is good because we can save more of my normal paycheck to get that buffer in the bank again that I like to have. I am cooking some beans and rice on the stove later. I am going to have a date night with my housemate later tonight. She’s a heating and cooling systems technician. My lady love and I met some years back at an HVAC company we worked for. We decided to move in together a year ago. She kind of grew on me. We began dating a few months ago and like to have date nights once a week. We eat superb food & listen to some oldies songs by candlelight with the cats. It is a good life; my home has temperature control, and I have a nice guy to share my time with. I am missing my mom a lot. I need to be here for my dreams, especially my music. If mom passes on I know that we enjoyed each other. She will still be with me in my memories and feelings, so she will never die, in my mind. I am going to fire up the fireplace soon and go get that yoga session done, so I can come back to my love, and my natural temperature control heater.