I guess I am a morning person. I popped awake just as the alarm began to announce that it was Monday. I've been outside, played with Jackie (who's VERY bouncy,) petted Barney (who's still wagging his tail, but can't get up. He'll be gone today.)

Emptied the trash. Took out the recycling. Cleaning up the dishes.

My BG monitor has either quit working, or it's complying with my desire not to deal with it today. It's almost four years old, so I guess it's okay that it's in need of replacement.

My soas muscle is whacked again. It's not as bad as it's been the past few weeks, but it's not good.

Going in to the office for a short while. Then, I'm coming back here to work on financial records and getting more stuff ready to move.

So, Brian (I love Brian) logs in this morning after a weekend long absence, and tells me he had a date. Bastard. Then, he tells me he had "good sex."

Now, what IS this "good sex" thing? I've now had three different friends mention that they long for/have had "good sex." What IS it?

I feel so out of touch. It's like me and modern music. I just don't understand it, nor do I have any association with it.