Caleb is curled up in my bed, trying to get to sleep, which should be easy since he DROVE the entire way from California, a 20+ hour drive, in one go. He's dead tired, and unfortunately he's itching; allergies seem to have cursed the entire Dixon Household right now, me and Deb and Puppy and Candice and Caleb and I think even Robert's got a bit of an itch thing happening.

I itch. *sigh* The antihistamines aren't doing enough to stop it yet; allergies to antibiotics and to the most useful brand of antihistamines just isn't a practical thing.

*grins suddenly* Oh, for the moment, Torian is Officially His Own Cat. Yep. Breaktime.

See, I am of the firm belief that almost no one in today's society is really equipped to be submissive, obedient, etc. 34/7 forever. Often? Yes. Most of the time? Possibly. But I know how demanding I can be, and I know from personal experience how quickly the stress of submission can build up, as well as how much it hurts when that stress becomes too much.

I would by far prefer that my boys take a brief vacation, free for a few days, than have them burn out or leave completely.

Woo. Sleepy now. Gonna go snuggle a Caleb and pass out. *smiles*