I forget how great Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers really is.
Another good reason for working from home, I get to listen to the music I want and not on headphones.
It's an easy day, and my last for the week, thank you Mick.
Otto is lying at my feet like a big pair of red slippers.
Sam went to the office 8:30am. It was one of his rare days in the office.
I worked from home getting all my work done. I kind of had everything done by about 1pm.
So, I went to the gym. I wanna get into a routine and try and keep going, I think it’s easier that way if you get a routine happening, in fact, you kind of begin to like it if it becomes a part of your week. That’s what I think.
You know, if you go kind of automatically. It's just a part of what you do.
I like going during the day because either there is not very many people in the gym, or you get the gym to yourself, anyway it’s never really busy with people in your way, so I like it.
I get on the bike for 20 minutes at the beginning of my workout, which is what I always do.
A really cute guy comes and gets on whatever the leg machine is next to the exercise bikes. He’s got muscle and tatts and he's got a shaved head. He had on the smallest pair of black shorts you’ve ever seen on a guy in the gym. He had great legs coming out of those shorts too.
So, he was doing leg crunches, I guess they were. He spent a lot of time with his legs wide upon you know with his tight shorts and his bulge in those shorts. It was hard not to look, he was a good look.
But, I kind of got the vibe from him that he wasn’t keen on me looking at him. And I didn’t really need to anyway, I was there exercise, I’m not there to look at guys.
But I looked a couple of times. I’m only a human. Those legs, those shorts.
We’ve both finished together and he got a wet wipe to clean his machine and I got a wet wipe to clean my machine. We made eye contact and he held the eye contact longer than expected, and I smiled just because I was trying to be friendly.
Then he’s walking away and I’m cleaning the bike and he looks at me and he pulls the leg of his shorts to the side and flops his big cock out. Nice it was too.
So, I guessed at this point that he wasn’t giving me don't-look-at-me vibes, earlier, I guessed at this point he was, perhaps, giving me look-at-me vibes. I’m not very good at differentiating those things.
Anyway, he left the gym and I continued with my workout. It made me smile though. Nice dick, buddy, I thought. More guys should flash their cocks.
I don't know if he wanted me to follow him, but I didn't want to follow him. I wanted to workout and get some kind of routine happening.
It rained on and off for most of the day.
In the office, what can I say? Nothing. You have heard me say it is a complete waste of time many times, and I am sure you don't want to hear me say it again.
Kill me now, was my first thought as my laptop fired up at 6.30am.
I left early. I knew Boris wouldn't question it. And she didn't.
The rain came. It rained all day.
It is Sunday, so of course, it is cleaning day. Sam cleaned. I vacuumed. I watered my plants. Indoors, and the garden plants, the ones that don't get directly rained on.
We ordered in, noodles for lunch. Thank you Hungry Panda.
We sat around and listened to the rain on the roof. It continued to fall all day.
The two dogs lay together, like they have a habit of doing, a couple of bookends.
I caught up on all my car restoration shows on YouTube, that was cool.
Of course, sitting around and doing nothing is my forte. I guess I should have gone to the gym, but who wants to go outside when it is raining. Besides, do gym on the weekend, when all those people are potentially there too?
Late in the afternoon, the rain did. actually, stop and we walked the dogs, there was the lightest sprinkling of rain for some of the time while we walked. Really gentle. Kind of nice, really.
We ended up at the supermarket for food, when it was getting grey and greyer outside.
We got home before the rain started to fall again, but when it did it continued to fall for the rest of the evening.
We chose the right window period in which to go out, as it turned out. What do you call that? Intuition? Do you think as a species we can smell the rain coming, it's just that we have become desensitised to our power?
Ha, ha. Maybe? I don't know, I'm just practising talking shit now. We seem to have a knack for it, down't you think? Shrug. Maybe.
Sam gets out his floor cleaning machine and cleans the tiled floor, kitchen, walk way, laundry. Sam is a sucker for a floor cleaning machine.
How clean does the floor need to be, I ask him? As that machine whirrs on and on. I'm not really one for housework
The rain continues to fall outside.
Brun lays snuggled up to my left leg on the couch gently snoring.
I look up and think yum when I see a big bottle of apple juice on the kitchen bench, which turns out to be sunflower oil, which was really disappointing, as you can imagine.
I take my Explorer socks off so I can walk across the wet tiled floor to the fridge to get a glass of blackcurrent juice.
Otto pushes his ball to my feet, and looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes that say, throw it for me will you.
And the nightly relentless ball throwing begins.
Sam prepares my lunch for tomorrow in the office.
Is there something wrong with the way I tie bows, in shoes, and track pants and the like? I've got to wonder?
So often when I undo the bows they go into fucking knots. I'm left struggling to get out of my shoes, or my track pants. It drives me nuts.
It is even worse when I am dying to piss and the bow knots. Grrr! I am left struggling with my pants while while bouncimg from one foot to the other.
It just happened now when I was changing for the gym.
Yes, I am going to the gym, now I have my pants unknotted. Two days in a row,
It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining.
I continue generating images for my 2013 blog posts. I’ve completed a lot of them. Is this, as they say, the waste of time olympics? Maybe? But, I continue. It feels like I am changing it to how it should have been in the first place, even if noone goes back there to look.
Mid morning, the morning is half gone, just like that. Slipped away. Where, as they say, did the time go?
I think about the gym. It’s true I’ve gotta go to the gym. I can’t go on like this. I’ve gotta go, or stop paying for it. I never thought I'd be one of those people who continues to pay his gym membership when he isn't going? But I am, there you go. It's been since new year.
I have to make myself go. Going is the correct option.
I look at my gym app to see if that gets me in the mood.
My gym app stopped working. I think, if I get my gym app working, I’ll go.
It says I need to input my code. I have a code? I don’t have a code. Did I ever have a code? I guess, I did.
There is an option that says, if you don’t have a code, so I hit that and it asks if you forgot your code, or you never had a code? I push I’ve forgotten my code. They email me a code, straight away. Instantly. How easy was that?
I punch the code in and my gym app starts working, just like that.
So, that means I have to go.
I go get changed. I find my water bottle. I get my headphones. A towel. And I head out the door.
Then I was on the exercise bike with my head phones on with Guy Sebastian singing. There I was like 3 months hadn't past at all. Easy. What had I been thinking these last few months?
It was good. I liked it instantly. The music played.
There was a buzz-cut blonde guy exercising in front of me, so I could watch him. He had great legs. When I was on the rowing machine he came and exercise over me, and his t-shirt road up, putting his undies elastic on display, I couldn't help but look.
A middle aged woman in grey gym clothes parks herself on the chest press and doesn't move the whole time I am working out. It crossed my mind to ask her if she was okay? But people do that, sit on a machine for an inordinate amount of time, usually looking at their phones. Although, she wasn't looking at her phone.
There is also a troll, short, fat, ugly, middle aged, no neck, face just joins to his chest, probably doing gym on doctor's advice.
Half way through my workout, a very neat, I'd guess uptight, 30 something chick arrives perfectly decked out in activewear, with a neat ponytail. She'd have a professional husband named Brett who'd give it to her missionary style on a Friday once the week is done. The thought made me chuckle to myself.
The hour was up quickly, my routines was done, it was so easy, it was good.
I headed out into the street all sweaty where the sun was warm and it felt good.
I got back to the couch and my laptop.
I guess, I'd better go again tomorrow.
