How uninspired, fried fish and French fried potatoes. When I am in my Mancunian Wannabe mode, I like the English stereotypes At Bone Fish Grill, not some grungy little stand, is where I’m eating this stuff . Of course, there is no such place like that in my affluent suburb, unless you count Long John Silver’s, which shares a location with KFC.

The server was a sexy black woman named Asia with short Afro curls dyed green. She looked me in the eye and smiled. She was sexy, not flagrant about her attractiveness, but didn’t have to be. I guess that is what confidence is all about. Were I paying today, I would have given her the signed title and keys to the car for a tip.

It was a good day. I did some serious sleeping today. I went swimming after dinner. My body seemed to wake up during the swim. I love that feeling.

J wasn’t feeling all that well for a while, but she perked up. She needs to sleep, more than anything else. I may sleep in the other room just to give her an undisturbed opportunity.

I dunno. I’m sleepy, but I don’t want to go to bed just yet. On the New York videos I watch there are these young women in skimpy 2 piece red, white, and blue outfits with whom a person may be photographed. Pushing the envelope of bad taste is a New York specialty. Much as I like to look at women’s bodies, the scene was vulgar and awkward. Me offended at an implicit sexual situation? It is possible.

So I really am tired, kinda sad, wishing for something in my life that isn’t quite there. But grateful for what I do have.