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.

After the 3400 meter swim of Thursday, I rested yesterday. I got back in the pool today and swam 2050 meters, a mile and a quarter. The longer swim somehow catalyzed weight loss. I had about a two pound drop on Thursday, post swim, that is staying with me.

I had planned to attend the Feast of The Presentation Mass (Candlemas) tonight, but, heck, I’m tired, although it is a lovely Mass.

We’re wading through the Governor Northam public relations storm surge here in Virginia. He has lost almost all of his credibility, between appearing to endorse infanticide and having racist pictures surface from his past. The Governor of Virginia cannot run for re-election. The Senate seats are held by popular established Democrats. So his career is for all intents and purposes, over. The Democratic gubernatorial nomination for 2021 appears to be a showdown between the Lieutenant Governor, Justin Fairfax, a young African-American, and Attorney General Mark Herring, a two term Liberal stalwart. If Northam resigns, Fairfax moves to the Governorship, He would be limited in running for the office in his own, which opens the door for Herring. No showdown, unified party. The Virginia Republicans are currently a train wreck looking for a place to derail.

Gotta go. Hugs Loves.

After much careful thought and consideration, I will NOT be a candidate for the Presidential nomination of any political party, major or minor party.

At this time I want to thank all of my loyal supporters and well-wishers.

Dave

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I am tired. The water main in the neighborhood burst. We had no water for about 12 hours. Got it back around Three PM.

So I did so cleaning, cooking, laundry. My wife worked about 4 hours, came home, went upstairs, ignored me, except to eat the dinner I fixed for her, chicken/mushroom crêpes in white sauce. Then she ate the strawberry dessert crêpes I fixed.

I figure 1) she really is tired and 2), her love language involves a cerebral sentimentality with no concept of physical affection.

I soldier on. Tomorrow will involve swimming and other activities that get me out of the house.

Onward, Loves.

A Blurb, Perhaps A Story

Sometimes the hunger he felt wasn’t for food. He knew that. Ten years, was it, since he had been with a woman? He had forgotten so much. The moisture, the smells, the moaning, the conversation, the touches all were in the realm of memory. And his yearnings could now be construed as unnatural, predatory, unhealthy, even criminal.

“Do I secure a written release, a hold harmless before I so much as even talk to a woman in whom I am interested?”

Of course, there were no women in his life, so the question was moot.

I woke up again from a dream that centered around two (of many) failures in my life. Upon awakening, I realized all the failures don’t matter. They just don’t.

The other dream was about an execution that somehow I was involved in. Now I have never had any experience watching or assisting in an execution, this was just more bizarre stuff..

I thought I wanted to wake up and start my day. But I don’t. Back to bed for me.