UMTravels

Weird day.

Running around cleaning the house, cleaning up the mail (email) box, billing hours, getting ready for the evening date.

The date? A Friend that I’d lost track of for half a dozen years. It could have gone better. Bad sex, good dinner (steak, baked potatoes, salad, and apparently too much wine), and then out of control drinking. So much for the “stay over” — more like drive him home at midnight.

Maybe I should be happy at 52 that I have a sex life. Or not.

And there isn’t even a picture for today.

[217.5 — at least I didn’t gain any weight on the trip]