Hi, friends and readers:
Some guys look best with their shirts off, right? Like the boy in today’s photo post: beautiful skin, rippling muscles, the whole package. How come he doesn’t live next door to me?
(“Dustin, will you wash my car for fifteen bucks? Yeah, there in the driveway. And, leave your shirt off while you’re working, will you?)
It’s a typical Wednesday for me. I took my morning walk on the beach, and swam in the Gulf for ten minutes or so. The water was warm and calm and it felt so good. I’m lucky to live where I do, I know.
I’ll spend the morning editing Dodging A Pearl. This afternoon, I’ll visit the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming. Then, this evening, I’ll meet my Wednesday night buds for beer-drinking and dinner out in the city.
I talked on the phone with my boyfriend yesterday afternoon. He’s working in Minnesota this summer, but Saturday he’ll fly down to Florida for a ten-day visit. I can’t wait. This business of living in separate places, even temporarily, definitely sucks.
Alright, friends, I must get busy. Wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining and you’re enjoying your Wednesday.