Ah, weekends. A guy can hang out naked, maybe just lie in bed and think deep thoughts. Like, “When the guy who lives here gets out of the shower, I should ask him where we met last night and exactly how drunk I was. Boy, am I hungover.”
Okay, that wasn’t very romantic, was it? Maybe his lover’s in the shower and he’s waiting his turn? Or maybe he’s alone, wishing he had a lover. Who knows? But I sure like the photo. Don’t you?
I’m up early again, because we went to bed early last night. My boyfriend was tired from working all day, and I was tired from the heat. Sure, our home is air conditioned, but I like to get outside and do things. Sadly, one can’t do so once summer arrives in central Florida. And it’s here with a vengeance. Last night, I think the low was 76 degrees F.
I’m taking a relative to her doctor’s office this morning. (Whoopee.) This afternoon my boyfriend and I will visit the YMCA for our usual workout. We don’t have any plans for this evening, other than watching sunset and cooking together. That doesn’t sound too bad, now does it?
Have a great Monday, everyone.