How come guys in the Unites States never wear Speedos to the beach, like they do in Europe and Australia. American men are so shy about displaying their bodies, and it’s too bad. I mean, have a look at the guys in today’s photo posts. How’d you like to encounter them at the beach?
Aye-yi-yi, I could stare all day ….
I rose fairly early today, but I didn’t take my usual walk on the beach. My boyfriend and I found something more interesting to do, for about a half-hour. (Need I say more?)
By the way, we won our Scrabble match last night in a come-from-behind victory that stunned our opponents, who thought they had the contest in the bag. No such luck. We sealed the victory my using all seven tiles we held to spell “fleetingest.” Clever, eh?
Outside, the sky is overcast, the air temperature pleasantly cool. It feels good out there, and I suspect I’ll visit the golf course to practice my swing, after we visit the YMCA for our workout and lap-swimming.
My boyfriend’s working again tonight, so I’ll be on my own. I’m not sure what I’ll do, perhaps share a bottle of wine with my good friend and neighbor, and maybe visit the hot tub at our timeshare down the street. It’s a nice thing to do at night, especially now that the weather has warmed and we don’t shiver when returning to the car in wet swim trunks.
Someone wrote to ask me how I am doing health-wise, which I truly appreciated. I am fine now, although I am still a bit tired by the end of the day. Being sick for six weeks wasn’t the least bit fun, but I’ll be 100% back to normal in another week or so.
Oh, one more thing. This morning I finished the final edits on my new novel. The working title is, The Evolution of Andy Hunsinger. I’m very pleased with the way the story turned out, and now I have to choose a publishing house to submit the book to. The story is set in Tallhassee, FL in the mid-1970s.
Okay, everyone, O have much to do, so I will wish you all a pleasant Monday, wherever you might be.