Chest Sucking Death

This morning was good as well for working out. As per K’s suggestion, I mixed it up a bit with the type of workout, and after 30 minutes of running jumped on the stairmaster for another 15. Oh my. It was good, I haven’t felt that sort of ‘oh-lord-I-want-to-puke-and-die’ feeling for a while. Oh sure, I was praying for death, but it was still good.

Know how I’ve said that Zoon likes to nuzzle my goatee first thing in the morning. Well I guess I was pointed the wrong way this morning, so at 6:30am I was woken up to my back being clawed! I of course rolled over and scritched her as any obediant slave will do.