“Thank you for sharing.”

It is 4:30 PM Eastern Time in the USA. J is at work. We had lunch at Longhorn’s Steakhouse, a chain restaurant we both enjoy. The waitstaff is nice and the food is good enough. I went to WW, formerly Weight Watchers, weighed in and am progressing toward a goal weight of around 165 lbs, (around 75 Kg or 11 stone/11 lb.) I am making progress again.

The swimming is coming along swimmingly. I started to deviate from doing healthy things back February, 2018. A friendship ended. If a friendship ends, it isn’t a friendship, is it? I dealt with this emotional disruption by punishing myself. I ate any and everything that would not directly kill me. I stopped exercising to the point where my body had lost its strength, endurance and flexibility. I developed diabetes. As to the former friend, he could have cared less, I am sure. It took nearly nine months to get through this. One lives. One learns.

So I picked myself up, dusted myself off and started taking care of myself again. Hence the WW, the swimming, the renewed positive outlook. I am home alone, taking time to write. Mentally, I am sorting out Love vs Lust. The conundrum never seems to resolve itself. To love is a beautiful thing. To lust, to gratify the power and and conquest need, has that empty dissatisfaction where I am simply not connecting at an intimate level with another person. I was willing to settle for that for the longest time.

I believe that nothing meaningful will happen in the next hour. I might as well go to bed. If Trump needs me, he’s gonna have to take a number and wait. I will get to him tomorrow.

Back in October, when I got the Diabetes Wakeup Call, I got serious about swimming again. Just about every issue I had with loss of flexibility and body aches have gone. I swim an average of five times per week now. The distance I swim is now consistently 2500 meters, over a mile and a half.

The physical liberation and the release from stress and worry go together. Swimming is an emotional liberator. I can feel power and strength in my body.

And it raises a question, why aren’t more people in their 60’s active? I realize many folks have health issues. I guess when we consider the Baby Boomers, more of us are active than those in prior generations.

Anyway, this is more of a ramblethan anything else. I am super glad to be active again.

Every once in a while, I have to show my appreciation for Great Britain. Thank you for the sacrifices that saved Europe, Waterloo, The Somme, Dunkirk.

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.