Sunday

Sunday. How do we manage to get through the weeks? I better report what happened last night. I was dawdling over dinner. I was not very hungry. Master insists I eat something in the evening. He was very hungry after his work out. He asked how my day had been. I kind of evaded answering honestly, and of course he noticed it. He suggested I speak to Barbara or Erik. They know me best and are no-nonsense people who have sorted me out before. I thought it was a very good idea.

I phoned Canada, and Erik was at home and able to talk to me. We had a 2 hour conversation!

I cannot recall what we talked about, but I cried a lot afterwards. It felt cathartic. Master let me.

We had a shower together and got us both ready for bed. I went to bed first, in my own room. I slept deeply. Today I feel better. I guess it was just one of those things. I get funny periods sometimes. It has to do with my autism. I did talk to Erik about how I can be a good slave to Master. He is the only person I know who has had the same experience and can give me advice there.

Master felt still quite restless, and luckily it was a nice sunny day. We wrapped up warm and went for a walk. We had some fika in a cafe and chatted to some people about politics. I am not that interested and therefore not that informed. I always get asked about the american opinion. How do I know what the average american thinks? I do not live there! I haven't for over 10 years! I was never very interested when I grew up, I only lived in my small town, I haven't met many people from different backgrounds. I have met more people from different countries through my language class than in my life time. Of course people do not know that, but they hear my accent and assume. Somehow I will always be a foreigner here.