If you’ve ever had a live-in lover, you know the joy of waking up on a Saturday morning and just hanging around your apartment in your underwear, having breakfast, drinking coffee, reading the paper, and, of course, making love — something you never have time to do on weekday mornings. I really like the photo I’ve posted here this morning because it takes me back to those days. I’m guessing the picture was taken somewhere in Europe. What do you think?
It’s a beautiful, breezy day on the island. Last night, after going to my friend’s birthday party, I came home and fixed dinner, then I worked on a story for a bit. I don’t know why but I was tired, so I hit the bed early, then I slept in late this morning. (Sadly, I don’t have a live-in boyfriend to spend my morning with, so I’ll have to live vicariously through today’s photo.)
After I write this morning I’ll take a walk on the beach, then go for a run. I’m going to our local greyhound track tonight with several friends, for dinner and a little gambling on the puppies. The track has a nice supper club with a limitless buffet and a perfect view of the races. It’s always fun.
Enjoy your Saturday, everyone.