Well I took this pill for my bronchitis and now I can’t sleep. Plus it must swell a man’s prostate temporarily because my urine stream is a trickle. Oh well.

I am going to give sleeping another go in a short.

I find myself awake and I wonder why. Feelings drift in. Fatigue. Boredom. Yearning. Love.

I have warm thoughts for the people in my life, even those I know only through the cyberworld.

I should go back to bed.

I’ve been picking at the last few blog posts I have made as if they were scabs on an old and almost healed wound. I don’t know what else to do. I really am tired. I want to get back to the pool tomorrow, cold or no cold. I need to buy more fruit. And rice crackers, the staples of Life Itself.

I am watching plus size Brazilian models show off women’s underwear. I know, I’m creepy for watching this, but the body positivity is not some idea offered by the pop psychologists. Here are big women who are wearing nice looking underwear. And people are deciding if other big women will buy this underwear so they can feel good about being big. Kinda like why I buy and wear flannel boxers because they feel good and I feel good wearing them. I know there are women out there who wear flannel boxers, because they feel good when they wear them. If they had a flannel boxer YT channel I would watch that, most likely. Beats the s#×t out of homicide stories on Lifetime.

But it’s late. Good night.

I was cruising along enjoying a long spell of feeling great, when I caught a cold. It hasn’t been the worst cold I have ever endured, but I feeI crappy nevertheless.

I will be back soon, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Keep the blog posts coming, I love hearing from everyone.

I thought I would share the tulips I bought for J. They opened up and bloomed yesterday. They Just say Spring, in my opinion at least

Sort of. I did not go swimming. Six out of seven days, five days in a row are good numbers. So I’m stayin’ dry today. But I did decide more tidying up was indicated. My dining table is now empty of all newspapers, direct mail, and paper bags. The chairs do not have tote bags, packs, or recyclable plastic bags hanging on their backs. The counters are clean. The sinks are clean and polished with stainless steel polish.

St Valentine’s Day was well-received by my two special ladies, my wife and step mom. I gave them both a vase with tulip bulbs which should bloom in a couple of weeks. Plus cards. And my wife got a cornball old-fashioned Valentine heart-shaped box of chocolates, because she is as sentimental as I am.

St Valentine’s Day is about love, in all its ways of being expressed.

People matter.

Wednesday, that is. I’m sitting here, feeling very satisfied that I remembered my wife and stepmother for St. Valentine’s Day.

I put actual thought into the purchases and the cards I selected.

In the world of swimming, I swam. 2500 meters, giving 13,000 meters for the period 9 -14 February. I set an ambitious goal of swimming 100 miles by Easter, I may have it done by April 1. Just recovering from sedentary living was a real epiphany. Inactivity is so dangerous for seniors. Truth is, the only times I think of myself as a senior citizen are when the Social Security benefit gets in my bank account and I receive a benefit statement from Medicare.

There are clean, actually new, sheets on the bed. I put a pork shoulder, (half of one) in the slow cooker, with some barbecue sauce, I made a packaged side dish, Zatarain’s Black Beans and Rice. Surprisingly good for a boxed something. That and some cole slaw. Dinner under $12.

I feel like I am about to spin off into one of my Pleasure Of Domestic Arts Rants. I will just leave it at “Doing the housework is satisfying.” Let that suffice for now.

I have an idea for a story. Somewhat kinky, but I just want to use kink metaphorically in exploring loyalty, service, and passionate intensity.

Stay tuned.

Later. Loves 💘

It was a day of sleeping late, or sleeping in blocks of time 4 hours,up a while then 3 more hours.

Had lunch out. Simple stuff, salad, bowl of chili. I picked up another prescription at the same pharmacy as yesterday.

I visited my AA buddy who is recovering from a stroke. He is home, making progress. He is young, only 45.

I came home, went through some recyclables, tben went swimming about 7:30. I did a 3300 meter swim (2+miles).

When I got home I learned my wife is eligible for her company’s health insurance plan, even though she is only part time. That is a big problem solved til she is Medicare eligible in November.

Tired now. Bedtime.

Night Loves 💘

I did go to AA, then the Y, Swam 2100 meters, put petrol in the motorcar ($1.959/gal @ BJ’s,btw). I drove over to the Dr’s office. He is on the faculty at the local medical school. They relocated from a grungy downtown facility that looked like they stole a blueprint from a Soviet bloc prison to a nice new modern facility, in a nice area with open spaces and trees. And guess what? Parking that was a hassle downtown is a hassle here. Go figure.

Driving home, I picked up a prescription, ate some dinner and a lot of fruit. (Thank you, Weight Watchers).

I watched Wehrmacht (WW2 German Army. Hitler, et al) training films. Still creepy after all these years. I talked w with my elder son, (see earlier post). I also did a load of laundry. I’m trying to conserve water. I’m ready for bed.

Good night Loves 💘