Music: Lou Reed Live, “Such a Perfect Day, I’m Glad I Spent it with you.” Drink of Choice: Red Wine, Paso Robles, Blend, $10 or thereabouts. Quite good. Most are.
Took a “Me Day.” Got up at 05:00. Had a square and a shite. Went back to bed. It was a rough night- most are. Got two good hours. Got up again, went to the gym. (Staying with a Lou Reed Theme here. Feels right.) Got in a good lift. Two Sets, Fifteen reps each move. 15 Moves. Little over an hour.
Came home, did some work, laid down for a short spell. Went back to the gym. Did another set. Spent the next 45 minutes focused on chest, shoulders and Tri’s. Got home at 16:30. Went and got my deep fryer from the Swim Party (see previous post).
A couple of martini’s, red wine follow, cooking a nice dinner- spaghetti squash, red sauce and meat balls. Leftovers, sure.
If I could only d this every day. But I can’t. The Real World Beckons. Somewhere in the foggy distance. It too must be met.
But still, it was a Perfect Day.
My Year as a Eunuch 