Waking early, I find the comfort of my chair, as the rhythm of The Ashes takes control.

Jason Roy was caught out by Steve Smith and Joe Root walked out to the pitch to replace him.

“There will always be an England”, someone said. As the cameras shift to a view of Birmingham, and this green land shows herself.

An aircraft engine’s noise fills the background. The commentators chatter own.

Why am I up? Is sleep such an unsatisfying state that I spurn it in favor of this splendid game?

Outside my house it’s raining and a thunderclap sounds off.

Cricket is a game for people who have nothing else to do on a Summer’s day, except be lost to time, where sitting and standing are as much of the routine as the bowling and batting.

But I do long to sleep now.

Exhausted in an odd way. I’m just too tired to get up, brush my teeth, go to bed. My text messaging isn’t working. I did some satisfying meal prep, salmon grilled with tarragon and dill, fresh corn, summer squash with onion, and cucumber and tomatoes. Tomorrow I’m fixing my ever popular homemade macaroni and cheese.

The Ashes Test Series looks promising.

I got nothing else to say.

Today is my sister’s birthday. I sent her a text. She was happy with that. I bought a schmaltzich Geburtstag Karte. She should like that when I mail it to her.

I went to BJ’s and bought lots of crap. Less than last month, but still it is all stuff I know I will use.

I have to make J iced tea. That is completed. I was low on white sugar so I used a little turbinado to augment the sweetening to her preferred level. I bought a $4.99 rotisserie chicken for dinner, that I served with squash onions and tomatoes. Yummy.

Now I am sitting in my chair, exhausted. I stayed busy when I wasn’t sleeping.

Today is the Feast Day of Blessed Solanus Casey, a modern saint of the Twentieth Century. He had the charism of healing and the gift of comforting the dying. He was a spiritual giant of his time, like St. Padre Pio. I learned this listening to the Mass on EWTN. It was one of those beautiful coincidences where I just happened upon this Mass.

Now I am watching a show about the Polish Republic in its early days around 1920.

Getting tired. Happy and satisfied.

Nite all.

That’s how it feels. The sun could not be brighter, the sky clearer. And yet….

I sit here contemplating going to the Indian grocery for Lifebuoy Soap and rosewater. Then to the used book store to see if I can get a James Bond thriller Doctor No second hand. The Epstein Affair reminds me of Dr No, who had, if you will recall, a private island.

On the other hand, I like just sitting. And I feel like another nap is in the works.

And sometimes the sheer brokenness of the World overwhelms me.

I did have a nice little lunch with J today. I had a fun get together with C yesterday.

I can only fix a very small part of the World. That will have to suffice.

I read the blogs of women who love their men, want their men, crave their touch, lust for their bodies.

Your love for your men is hope for the World.

More than anything I want to be valued.

Strong Erotic Content. Adult Language and Situation. NSFW 18+

I remember the smell of her cunt. After all the years. Of tobacco, it was. As if that magnificent snatch was the Cassandra for the cancer that would kill her.

She wanted to forget me at the end. Who could blame her? And I wish, on these hot and sweaty days like there were when we first fell into fucking and then in love, that I could forget her, too.

And on such days as this, when the sweat flowed freely, I first thrust fingers, then a hardened prick, into her opened anus, the only maidenhead remaining in our satyr’s world.