How come a guy wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist looks so sexy? I’m reminded of the days when I shared locker rooms with guys in my gym classes, and also the shower room at my fraternity house. Guys would wander around in their towels and nothing else, and the whole scene had sexual undertones to it. Ah, the good old days.
I rose at seven this morning, to brew coffee for my boyfriend before he left for classes. Then I took my usual three-mile walk on the beach, and I couldn’t believe the amount of trash our Labor Day visitors left on the shore: water bottles, Big Gulp cups, plastic shovels, plastic bags, and rubber sandals, to name a few. I picked up as much as I could, and then I deposited the stuff in the trash barrels on the beach. Why are people such slobs?
Today will be an easy one for me. I’ve finished work on my new novel already, and I met with the guys installing the last railing on our new deck. It looks great. The electrician may come later today to install the light fixtures and ceiling fan, and then the job is done. It’s been an ordeal. Even getting the city’s permission to let us build the deck was a huge amount of trouble, but worth it in the end.
It’s another blazing hot day outdoors, too warm for exercising out there, so I may visit the YMCA for a lap-swimming session, early this afternoon. I have correspondence to tend to, and a trip to the supermarket’s needed, so I’ll stay busy.
Have a great Tuesday, everyone.