Shirtless boys, enjoying outdoor life ….

Hi, friends and readers:

It’s always fun when you’re walking through a park, or perhaps strolling through your own neighborhood, and  you come upon a young man who’s not wearing a shirt.

Of course, you must be subtle when appreciating his beauty, but you can always grab a park bench and “sit a spell”, as we say in the South. You can steal furtive glances while the object of your desire remains clueless.

My convalescence continues, friends, and what an ordeal it is. I can go anywhere outside of my home because I look so dreadful, sort of like that “Mayhem” character in the Allstate advertisements. Oh, what I’d give for a three-mile walk on the beach. But I’d scare small children if I did so. Out of consideration for my fellow humans, I’ll stay inside, feeling hideous.

Despite my tribulations, I’ve had a decent day, so far. I didn’t rise until nine AM, that’s late for me. After breakfast, I worked on my new novel a couple of hours. I phoned friends to let them know I was okay. I even did a load of laundry and watered my houseplants. You can’t say I’m a lazy convalescent, now can you?

I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening. I already watched my Netflix rental, Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows, a decent film, but nothing to write home about. Maybe I’ll watch the Green Bay Packers playoff game; it should be interesting. 
I have plenty of beer and wine in stock, which always helps ease the pain when you are not feeling “quite yourself”, so I’ll be fine. 
Thanks to everyone who has written to wish me well. I’ll be fine, readers, and far more handsome when I’m fully healed. Have a nice Saturday. 

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