I don’t know about you, but I find photos of young men sleeping especially appealing. I think it’s because the guys look so vulnerable, in their unconscious state. I always ask myself, “What’s he dreaming about?” And also, “What, if anything, is he wearing under that sheet and that blanket?”
I’m back from a three-mile walk on the beach, my first in several days, due to this stinking head cold that will never go away. I’m actually feeling better than I have in a week, which is good, but I’m still not 100% myself.
It’s another perfect winter day, here on the island: sunny, about 72 degrees F, with a light breeze. I’m not up to visiting the YMCA yet; I’ll need another day or two of rest. But maybe I’ll visit the golf course to hit a bucket of balls and practice my putting. It’s really too nice outside to stay indoors.
I hosted a gathering at my home last night. Eight of us visited the shore to watch sunset. We killed two large bottles of wine, shared a lot of laughs. I really enjoy entertaining people at my place. There’s nothing better than the company of nice people.
Have a good Monday, friends.