I would say thank the goddess it is the weekend, but I have been busy cleaning the house today while Esme has been working on some coursework for her degree. I was being the ever perfect mate and providing food and drink for her, so she could focus on her work as she told me she had quite a lot to do.

I truly do not know how she does it. I look at the work each time I walk in the dining room, where her texts books, notebooks and laptops are now spread across the table, and in all honesty, it looks like complete nonsense to me half of...