I was never a Boy Scout. I grew up in a single parent home and my mom couldn’t afford to buy the uniforms. But I had friends who were Scouts and I understand the camp-outs could often be rather slutty affairs. The Scout to the left here seems to be enjoying himself immensely, doesn’t he?
I had one of my “Midnight Disease” nights last night, where I went to bed at ten PM, only to wake up at one AM, feeling like I’d just drunk three cups of coffee. I was up until 3:30 AM before I finally got back to sleep, and then I slept until ten AM. Bad sleep schedule.
Okay, the drawing to the left is one created by a French artist named Pierre Joubert, who it seems worshiped the beauty of young males. If you Google his name you’ll find plenty of his artwork displayed at a few different sites. He seemed to have a thing for scouts in uniform …. 😉
It’s a little past 11:30 AM now, and I have read the newspaper and completed the L. A. Times crossword puzzle with my boyfriend, and that’s about it. Some morning, eh? Well, that’s the price I pay for the Midnight Disease. I understand many writers are afflicted with this problem. I’ll survive.
Well, I will salvage today by visiting the YMCA with my boyfriend for a workout and lap-swimming. After the “Y” we will visit Home Depot to purchase a Christmas tree. Then tonight we’ll attend a Christmas party thrown by the law firm my boyfriend will work for after he graduates. It should be a fun gathering, to be honest. I’m looking forward to it.
All right, everyone. Despite my morning lethargy, I am ready to get busy with things around the house, so I will close this post by wishing all of you a wonderful Friday, wherever you might be. We listened to Christmas music last night and it kind of got me in the holiday spirit. Ho-ho-ho.