If you follow this website, then you know I’m a huge fan of shapely male behinds. There’s nothing more sensual, more sexy, than a smooth, firm, and rounded pair of butt cheeks, like the guys in today’s photo posts own. How could you resist touching them, if given the opportunity? You couldn’t, of course, and that’s my point.
I had a restless night’s sleep last night. I ended up leaving the bed to read for an hour. I’m deep into Michael Chabon’s Telegraph Avenue, and while I won’t say it’s my favorite Chabon book — I own all of his work — it’s still pretty good. It’s a huge book too, a story taking place in a neighborhood nicknamed “Brokeland”, located on the border of Oakland and Berkeley, in northern California.
Anyway, I finally returned to bed around five-thirty, only to be tortured by “frustration dreams.” I these dreams, I am trying to accomplish something, but people and things keep getting in the way. I think this my body’s way of saying I need to get out of bed.
My boyfriend left for work quite early this morning, and he’ll be gone all day. I just finished working on my new story for 2-1/2 hours, and soon I’ll drive the Element into the city to visit an old friend who’s not well. He presently lives in a nursing home, and the food there’s not too good, so I will bring Cuban sandwiches for us to dine on for lunch. The nursing home’s a depressing place, but hey, you do these things for your friends, right?
I have no plans for this evening, but that’s okay. After the New Year’s holiday I am content to relax at home and enjoy my fireplace. Outside, the weather is cold, windy and gloomy, so I doubt I’ll get my walk in today.
Have a nice Saturday, friends. I hope the sun in shining where you are.