Today is Friday and today, I have the whole, day, off. I slept solidly for nine, delicious hours, rose, had toast and coffee, jogged for fifteen then worked out with Ashley Borden, (love her.)
Almost left home without my purse, I'm sure my regular Starbucks would have offered me a coffee in lieu of payment but not sure the supermarket would have done the same for my groceries.
I had several stops to make, food shop, another food shop, recycle, then off to my sister's. She's doing great since the operation. I arrived later than planned because of road works, when I did get there, she asked me to wash her back.
I was as gentle as I could be, I've heard a million times that I'm 'like a flea' as in, light of touch, whether it's applying sun lotion, muscle rub or a much needed scratch to someone's itch, but still, she asked me to go easier, that's how sensitive the area still is. The scar looks amazing though, quite a substantial operation but it's really neat and I'm sure will fade in no time. (And if it didn't, I would still be very proud of it, if it was mine.)
Next is coffee with a 'friend'. 90 minutes pass like it's just the ten. Damn it.
You know what I need? I need a male, gay friend... that wants to have coffee with me and give me unsolicited advice. (This is, in the absence of You, of course.) (P.S. Have gay friends but we have not ventured into coffee as yet, I think I may be too old.)
The weekend stretches ahead but I know it will evaporate before I can say...
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