Here in Richmond, it is almost 1:20 PM . And, yes, I just woke up. Let’s be more accurate. I woke up at 3:00 AM, was up for a couple of hours, then back to bed. I was up at 8:00 AM was up for about an hour, then back to bed. Now it is afternoon. I shall push the envelope of wakefulness to the rest of the day.

I do need to meet J for brunch at Maggiano’s around 2:15. It is a nice Italian restaurant, as fake corporate-owned Italian restaurants go. Even I get tired of Frank Sinatra singing Gershwin, Cole Porter, Rogers & Hart in the background. That is better than the sports on the omnipresent TV monitors that infest so many restaurants these days.

So why have I been sleeping? I’m tired for one. Also, I suppose I didn’t really want to go to Mass today. This happens among the best of us. Or even the worst of us. I will admit this at my next Confession.

I like this feeling in my body, tired, muscles hurting, slightly euphoric. I only wish I had someone to share it with. I will do something special for J today. Buy her a single rose to give her at Maggiano’s . She has been at work since 6:30 AM. I would be lying if I said I expected nothing in return.

I want a lover. Not a roomate. Or a financial partner.