It’s been six days since I last posted. Too long. There are things I want to say, activities I want to recount, dreams I would like to reveal. I need privacy. I can’t write when my wife, partner, spousal unit is around. I don’t know why.
I have been consistently exercising again, as in 35 days out of the last 49. Good old discipline. Good old nonkinky discipline. My swimming workout is now 2500 meters free style per day. If I don’t swim, I will walk four miles in my townhouse circuit, resting 2 days per week. It feels great. Sometimes, while swimming or walking, I let my mind wander. I fantasize about being in a sort of BDSM “fat camp”, where Trainer/ Dominatrices push out-of-shape males into top physical condition. Lurid. Silly. But all fantasies are absurd,lurid, and silly to some degree. Maybe the silly fantasies will find their way here as blogposts.
My cooking has been uninspired, treading water in the culinary sense. I imagine fixing a gumbo with chicken, Andouille sausage, red beans and gumbo (aka okra). Okra is verboten around Das alte Haus, but I think within the context of soup I may be able to pull such a daring venture off.
The Verizon door-to-door solicitors came by this afternoon. It is colder here than a well-digger’s toe. These intrepid lads out canvassing deserved some reinforcement. So I finally scheduled a FIOS installation. This means I have to take the lead in sprucing up the old mini-storage unit we call home in order that the Verizon guys can do their job. MrsCorC? may not like this, but she will get over it. Or she won’t. Worse things can happen.
Life is pretty mundane. No blizzard. It’s been a fairly mild winter with just one decent size snowstorm. But that’s OK. Other than needing roads safe for emergency vehicles to operate, snow removal is waste of time. It usually melts within a week here in Richmond. The daffodils, croci, Bradford pear are all blooming or have bloomed.
“Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone”- John Mellencamp