I went to bed at Midnight, woke up at Three AM. I tried to go back to sleep. I really did try. But once the wheels start turning inside the old noggin (figuratively, OK?) stopping them is hard.

I went downstairs to deal with the dishwasher,unloading clean, loading dirty. Now I’m waiting for Northbound #98, the Silver Meteor, to pass through Ashland. It is on time. The decaf has been brewed. This is recycle day. I need to get the crap to the curb, for whatever good that does.

Most days, I could just cry. Exhaustion. Outrage at the brutality endemic through humankind.. Sexual frustration. Physical pain. But a train through town brings out the little boy in me. It reminds me that there is adventure to be had.

Later, comrades.

Sexual content. Mature Adults, please.

How’s that for a Headline? Here at Dystopia Central we had issues with both toilets. Flushing involved more than a minimum of aggravation, beyond excessive handle-jiggling and lid removal to gauge progress of tank refill. After careful analysis and consultation with the local hardware store manager, I bought necessary parts, (new valves and gaskets) and replaced them.

J is proud of me. I should inform her that the usual and proper gratuity for minor plumbing repairs is a blow job, the grateful wife on her knees as she lustily fellates her husband in dutiful and submissive appreciation.

Today was OK. I woke up and stayed up for about 3 hours and didn’t need to.

I watched too much television. I realized I have to fix both toilets. Trivial issues and cheap repairs. Still, if I was a plumber, I would be a lot richer than I am today.

J worked while I slept. I woke up, did something, I can’t recall. J came home. We went out for burgers. I went to AA., then swimming, 2500 meters. Happy with my first week in October, 5 times @2500 meters/workout 12500 meters total 7.76 miles.

I am watching the Yankees vs Twins game. At this point I can’t give up on this game. But then again I am not watching football.

That’s all folks.

I love the feeling of being between sleep and wakefulness. In a few minutes after the Northbound Silver Meteor, #98, passes through Ashland, I will go back to bed. I’m looking forward to doing nothing to very little today. It’s the best part of retirement.

A good day today. I finally fell back to sleep after reliving that massage comedy. I did get up. I did go to 9:00 Mass at Our Lady of Bad Acoustics, (Mary Mother of The Church Abbey). I like the priest. He is Ugandan, with an East African accent, that is easily understandable up close, but is a challenge to follow in the cavernous abbey chapel.

After Mass, I returned home, went back to sleep. I slept about two hours. I awoke did some bathroom cleaning, then went swimming, 2500 meters again. Did 10 Kilometers (6+miles) so far this week, with another day to swim.

The weather changed, cool and cloudy, high of 70° F, very pleasant, for a change. I even wore a flannel shirt.

Back to thinking impure thoughts, and getting sleepy. Very impure.

That’s all folks.

I wrote that last entry. Now I feel awkward, not quite ashamed, a little embarrassed that I would even consider doing stuff like that. Threesomes were a topic in a couple of Seinfeld episodes, a source of humour. My unrealised desire seems so childish now.

How did that scene affect my marriage? Were both women too stoned to care, one way or the other? I think women remember everything, as far as sex goes. Maybe I’m wrong about that.

Well an odd day, I guess. I’m doing chores and housework at night. I slept during the day in three two-hour stretches, but I did sleep. I wrote some blog posts. I skipped swimming. I did two loads of laundry, fixed some more iced tea for J, cut some fresh pineapple for her break snack.

I wrote very satisfying blog entries, at least I liked what I wrote, about Catholic tradition, small towns and baseball.

And now, one more entry. There is a Daffy Duck cartoon on YT, Daffy And The Dinosaur, made in 1939, that’s pretty funny, with a dinosaur and a caveman who talks like Jack Benny, (could be Mel Blanc, I’m not sure, no voice credit given). Now comes a wartime cartoon with Germans as bumbling incompetents, humour for the home front.

All this is filler, so I don’t have to express how lonely I feel. J is perpetually exhausted.

Bedtime.