What a day. I carried the same ennui through it that I have so many other days.

How much longer?

The closures, lock downs, shelterings in place will last til the politicians say enough, as if they and their hand-picked Wizards of Epidemiology know anything. Pay no attention to the fact that this is an election year in a bitterly polarized country.

The power walks keep me on the path of sanity, filled as they are with my neighbours, and birds, and dogs. I welcome the sweat and the water at the end. It is a little thing over which I have control, as I walk the streets, with such little traffic.

J has her 10PM-5AM shift tonight. She left with the lunch I packed and her iced tea.

Now I am alone. Just at a different time.

I was laying about, not quite into the whole nap experience, when I decided a bit of a walk might be what I needed. So off I went.

The weather was beautiful, sunny, no humidity, a pleasant breeze and the temperature was around 70°F, (21°C).

I was wavering between walking four or six miles, but opted for six miles. The six mile course goes out from the townhouse community, on the road going past a creek, and a wooded area. Yesterday I saw a mallard pair, duck and drake, swimming in the creek. Today I saw an American goldfinch flying into the woods as I walked down the road. Pretty exciting, in my opinion. Walking a little further, I see a crow chasing a hawk. I guess the hawk was in the crow’s territory.

The bird appearances made for a nice walk. Afterwards, I chatted with our neighbor, sharing walking routes. She asked about my family, my brothers and sister. I guess I should have asked about hers. She is a nice woman, about my younger son’s age.

The big takeaway from this pandemic is how we are all getting to know each other in the community. Now it shouldn’t take a crisis like this to prompt what we should have been doing in the first place. But better late than never.

I decided another day of respite from power walking was indicated today. So I skipped another day.

The anxiety present in the last post, Tired. Worried., are absent this evening. My friend, John A, a scholar of Twentieth Century Cultural History, reminded me that the 1920’s followed the devastating pandemic that was the Spanish Influenza of 1918-19.

The Roaring Twenties featured a business boom, a cultural flowering, and frenzied technological innovation wherein all three trends worked synergistically. There are some worrisome trends, but this country wants to grow.

Now, I have my feet propped up, watching YouTube videos of Renaissance culture and the Russian Orthodox Church. Prior to this I worked rather intensely on meal prep, chicken salad, tuna salad, mango slicing, iced tea making. I was on my feet for a couple of hours and it was tiring.. I am going to drink my decaf coffee and chill.

The vanity and folly of this world struck home to me today. I want to walk away. I want anonymity in a world where that is no longer possible. What keeps me alive is that I’m not a threat to the powerful and hence not worth killing.

Don’t delude yourself for a single moment that we aren’t living in a dystopia. The government just created trillions of dollars out of thin air.Farmers are killing off livestock. How, in the coming months, will we be able to buy scarcer and scarcer food with worthless money? And the politicians want our guns. Fat chance. Brigandage is coming. Free speech will be a meaningless right.

The seeds of despair have been sown. The harvest is in November. Thank the Communist Party of The People’s Republic of China.

I want you.

Naked.

Soft.

Warm.

Clean, but even dirty will suffice.

Your wet lips meeting mine as I hold the back of your head, so you don’t pull away.

The Earth has circled the Sun too many times for me to knock you up

As if that coarse expression carries a dignity of its own.

I regret not risking it all for you when we had the chance.

But that risking part rings true. You are confident I will be with you tomorrow, as I trust you will be with me in constancy. The risk is the naked openness as we touch and stroke, suck and lick.

When we lose our dignity in ecstatic union.

Not literally. That is not my kink. Maybe it should be. I’ve had my rear end figuratively kicked by my obsession with power walking. I did another six mile walk yesterday. I felt the exertion in my lower back near the fusion site, my arthritic hip and in my right shoulder where I had my rotator cuff repair.

The shoulder pain is due to my arm swing, I suspect. Actually all of the pain is about moving my body.

I did some serious sleeping this morning, which I needed. The fear that I’ve caught the plague crossed my mind. Then I realize, I have neither fever nor sore throat.

It is OK to be tired.

NSFW Obscene

In this time of exile

As I feel the sequestration press on me like a weight, 

The longings scream inside me, their freedom frustrated.

 “Get naked, spread your ass cheeks, let me bury my tongue in your asshole.”. 

There I said it. Is that asking too much?

I went for my usual power walk this afternoon. Within the first few strides I knew that I was going to have a particularly good outing. And I walked six miles in 87 min: 15 sec. My last outing at that distance was 5 minutes, 44 seconds slower. As the title says “Go Figure.”

All in all I had a good day. I did a good amount of sleeping, then binge-watched shows from the UK series Timeline on the Plantagenet Kings of England and the War of The Roses. I know we like to think of the English as super genteel and classy, but this period was little better than a gang war, only with swords, instead of Tommy guns. Yeah, real nice people.

I fixed some leftovers for dinner, black beans, brown rice, cold red cabbage that I fixed last night.

I’m just stoked from that walk still.

I made this sweet and sour cabbage dish with sweet from oranges, sour from balsamic vinegar. Very yummy. Cheap too.

Thing is, I call it “food porn”, because when I get creative in the kitchen, I wanna have sex real bad when I’m done. Anybody else like that?

Anybody else out there have an abundance of this stuff? I guess we should use it when we’re at table eating our meals cooked at home. Well we could, you know.