Dancing in the Light Fantastic:

No-No-Love-Thursday-Post:
I woke-up Thursday to a few feet of water in my basement. My collection of leather whips, nipple torture devices and inflatable dolls were floating at the foot of the stairs. After throwing one of the hounds in the water to insure the power was off, I waded in to find water leaking from the main.

Thusly, I did not post because I ended spending the day with my favorite discrete plumber, who had no problems fixing broken pipes in the meat locker like atmosphere of the warren of secret rooms that make up my basement. That and I just enjoy helping him send his kids to Ivy League schools. Add to that I am on-call at work this week and you get the idea.

At least in troubling times such as these, I can find some comfort in my love of the Pan flute and modern interpretive dance.


(I wanted to include a candid photo of my taders.)

JQP