I spent the day at home, apart from my trip to the YMCA for a swim. I didn’t do much and I slept a long time in the morning. I spent the afternoon waiting for my daughter-in-law to come by with some pasta and sauce my son prepared. It took her a while and I suppose I should’ve gone to the Y earlier. But, ya’ know, a little bad time management from time to time is a good thing. So she gets here, and we just chat at the door for about 10 minutes. I enjoyed that time spent with her.

After the Y and the pasta dinner, I spent way too much time watching medical videos on YouTube. Then again, I have yet to tire of learning, after 67 years, 11 months and 2 days of breathing air on God’s Earth here.

But it is bedtime. Tomorrow I go to Mass to thank the Good Lord for this gift called being alive, as well as the gift of His Son’s Incarnation, this coming Tuesday.

Gratitude. Get you some!

NSFW Grown-up Stuff

He felt the feeling again, almost as soon as she left. The hunger, the thirst, no, just plain lust for her body and her passion and joy and warmth, opened for him. He loved the way her lips felt when they kissed. It must be the lipstick. Her fingers clawed at his back. He was certain there were marks. Some explaining would be needed at the pool, or maybe his friends would just smile to themselves knowingly.

But the feeling in his cock was his and his alone to savor. What were those muscles called pubogynococcyl or something like that? He had read about them in the magazine he leafed through at the doctor’s office. She must do her Kegels. Well God bless her for that. And that fine ass of hers he grabbed and pulled to him, his shaft nestled so snugly in her quim.

“Beast with two backs.” Right on Billy Shakespeare.

Once again, I am discouraged. My world is about to change as I contemplate the challenge of living without an automobile. The one I have driven for the last seven years has a serious problem. I don’t know if we can afford a second car under our present circumstances. Lots of walking in my future. Restructuring my world, in order to live within walking distance of my necessary institutions, grocery shopping recreation, socializing, seems to be next. That may mean I post more often. It may mean I post hardly at all. Bear with me, as I sort things out.

Just feel like there is no good news out there. If people want a coup d’etat to oust Trump, so be it. Then let the killing begin. Let’s see who wins.

Sometimes the inconvenience and danger and cold is worth it for the simple beauty of things

I pulled out all the stops, fixing The Mother Of All Snowy Days Dinners. Objectives: 1) Hearty Meal, 2) Shameless Use of Butter, 3) Food you don’t have everyday.

The Meal: roast pork loin, butternut squash, broccoli w homemade cheese sauce, and spoonbread.

Can you say “Southern”?

Too bad my wife can’t seem to find enough energy to eat at the table with me.

What am I? The hired help? Oh well.

But she loves me, she says. And she is tired. She appreciates that I understand. Yes I do understand. I also hurt.