The triple necessities

My Superman is not a particularly complicated man. Like most men, in my observation, he has certain needs, mostly simple and very few. As long as these needs are met he functions pretty well. Having these needs met provides a stable foundation for him to deal with the vagaries of life.

My darling has been having a rough time this week. He is experiencing some unusual pains in his legs and has been fatigued. He's not been handling stress well at home or at work. I've been worried about him. I'm not sure all of his basic needs have been met.

This is his triple crown:
1) The man needs hot sauce. He loves heat that makes him sweat and cry. For some strange reason this makes him feel good. I suppose it is those endorphins I've heard so much about.
2) He needs to write. He is a writer and is working on a series of web-based novels involving other authors' copyrighted characters. Fan fiction, in other words. 400,000 words on paper, and counting (Shit, man!). That doesn't include the three short stories he's written, or the fanfic novel sequel to The Incredibles. The story he's currently working on takes up a lot of his brain. The characters have taken over the asylum. They bother him, talk to him, nag him, and insist that he write their story. With all the other responsibilities he has, writing often gets put aside. The longer he goes without writing, the more irritable he is.
3) Sex. Need I say more? And it has been a little while, what with one thing and another. You know how it goes.

Over the course of this past week he had a bowl of chili that he doctored to his heat specifications. I'm not sure if he's had heat besides that, but he at least had some. It isn't hard to get the heat if he realizes he needs it. He has a nice collection of hot sauces. And he has spent one or two evenings writing. He had a very good writing session a few nights ago. The characters are satisfied for now and aren't nagging him too much yet.

Last night we took good care of the other. Really good. He feels so much better this morning! His legs don't even hurt. I tell ya', sex is good for what ails you. (I must say I feel better this morning, too. ;-)