There’s nothing quite as sexy as a young man with a lean body and defined muscles, especially if he’s sporting a well-developed set of abdominals, hardened by a regimen of crunches. Aye-yi-yi, why can’t I have an eight-pack like these guys? It’s just not fair, but then I’m not twenty-one, so I have an excuse.
I rose around 7:45 this morning, to take my usual three-mile walk on the beach. By eight AM the temperature was already warm — summer, I’m sorry to say, has already arrived — but a nice breeze blew form the east, keeping things cool. I enjoyed my walk immensely.
I’ve just completed two hours of solid writing — my book’s moving along nicely — and after I finish this post I need to get busy on correspondence and other mundane responsibilities. Things tended to stack up on my desk over the past several days, and now I need to get busy.
My boyfriend’s working again tonight, so I’m on my own again. It’s okay, I have things to keep me busy, and my fridge is stocked with beer, wine, and plenty of food for my dinner, so I’m hardly in need. I’ll probably start reading a new book tonight as well, since I finished all three I’ve been reading recently.
Have a wonderful Thursday, friends, wherever you might be.