It’s a cool spring morning. The sun has managed to burn off the cloud cover. I’m back in bed after getting up early. I enjoyed a breakfast of avocado toast and a banana while catching up on a few blogs. It’s the kind of morning that makes me miss cuddling in bed with a guy on a weekend morning.
I need to hit the shower and take Morgan to the grocery store but I keep stalling. The bed feels incredibly comfortable in the cool bedroom. The cat is sunning himself in front of the French doors on bedroom floor. His other half in being warmed by the in-floor heat. It’s no shave Sunday so I only need to shower, brush me teeth and dress. Jacqueline cut off nearly all my hair on Friday so I don’t have to spend time on it. I’m practically bald and barely need product.
Morgan and his partner returned from Italy last Wednesday. Morgan fell ill the last part of the trip. He was hospitalized on Thursday with pneumonia. He was discharged on Friday afternoon. His partner fled to the bathhouse after Morgan returned home and has yet to resurface. I’m taking Morgan to the market. That’s what friends do when a friend is married to man who puts his sexual desires before his husband’s recuperation. Perhaps being single isn’t as bad as I thought.