Saturday morning. awake across town. board a bus, get home, change into shorts, shoes, and head out the door.
not hungover, but under-rested, not awake, a bit groggy.
ran a bit further than usual, still not that far. ran for 50 minutes in the park. pretty sweaty. partly cloudy.
remnants of the gay pride run from the morning.
walked home.
Across town, slightly hungover and under-slept in the morning… going home to change… I want to hear about Friday night!
hmm, that does sound salacious, doesn’t it? well, i’m not the type of guy to kiss and tell.
/me enjoying this.