The extended pleasure bus ride...

Salut again,

   Nope, I'm not on the bus. It's currently 1:04, I'm in bed and here's why:

   I never have my kids with me on Mondays nor Tuesdays and always on Wednesdays and Thursdays (and every other week-end, of course). Some will say the mother got the better part of the deal, I don't really mind, I make the best of it. So I usually work later on Mondays and Tuesdays and tonight (or actually, last night, since we are already tomorrow, i.e., Wednesday), I went to have dinner with a few colleagues. When we got out of the restaurant (Les 3 Brasseurs, very convenient to have them just below our office), it was already 10 minutes before the next bus, so I went straight for the terminus, without going back to the office to get my stuff, including the portable computer which I usually have with me on the bus...

   So since I won't have a computer with me on the bus tomorrow (or actually today) morning (thought I could actually use my phone, I just realised that... we'll see), I decided to write a few lines before getting to sleep. But it still doesn't explain why I do it at 1:04... I'm getting there, bare with me please... I'll try to be brief, but I can't promise anything, I have a tendency to extend pleasure so that it lasts longer...

   I have a new "friend" and she lives in Granby... The reason why I ran for the next bus instead of simply walking back to the office to get my stuff and only take the following bus, 30 minutes later, is that I didn't want to waste these 30 minutes. I told you earlier, weren't you listening? I have a tendency to extend pleasure so it lasts longer... I knew I had a 20 minutes bus ride and then a 40 minutes drive, and after the extended pleasure would be over, a 46 minutes drive back home (yes, I count it down to the minute, so that I can use every other minute I have left to... guess what? extend the pleasure so that it lasts longer)...

   So now you know why I'm writing at 1:04 (or actually 1:12 now)... Wild crazy nights are a lot of fun, but I guess I will pay for it tomorrow (or again, today) morning... Especially if I don't want to get to work too late since I will have to come back home early enough to pickup the kids at school (like every Wednesday), have diner, drive to the karate lesson of the eldest, then bath time, followed by bed time, followed by talk to daddy time and finally daddy's time... When I may get a chance to write some more... But slowly, to extend the pleasure so that it lasts longer...

Good night (or day, or afternoon, or evening or whatever, why should I care, have a good one!)

BYE
MAD... MADLY MAD...