My granny passed away this morning and I will be flying back to Alabama for the weekend. Thank you again for your prayers.

I had dinner and drinks with Mike from Random Thoughts in My Life last night. We had a great time filled with great conversation. It is always nice to meet blog readers and especially other bloggers.

I will be flying home tonight and should arrive in Vermont sometime tomorrow morning. There will likely be no post tomorrow. I might get one done while I am waiting at the airport, but no promises.

My granny is still in critical condition. Not much has changed. It looks like I will get back to Vermont, probably just to fly back to Alabama. Thanks for all your wonderful prayers and thoughts.

Yesterday was a day from hell. I either came down with food poisoning or a stomach virus. I was sick as a dog. I made it to part of one session of my conference but missed everything else. That included the plenary session and the 50th anniversary celebration. I’d really wanted to go to both. I’m hoping that today will be better.

I didn’t feel like writing anything.

Few locales inspire more public nudity, towel snapping, sideways glances and general homoeroticism (not to mention shameless selfies) than a men’s locker room. A recent study found that straight men frequently size each other up in the communal showers, and will often “slap their cocks around” to look bigger.

But it’s not just straight guys who get all hot and bothered in the locker room. Gay guys do, too. But for entirely different reasons.

The air in a men’s locker room is thick with androstadienone, a pheromone found in male sweat that’s been scientifically proven to elicit excitement in gay men. So if you ever find yourself sprouting a spontaneous erection the second you’re blasted by the familiar aroma of sweat, soap and testosterone upon stepping through the locker room door, that’s likely why.

Of course, in addition to all that androstadienone, there’s also the eye candy. 

I fell asleep before I could write one.

He would have been a year older today. My daddy always jokes that, “A year older is better than the alternative.” Today, that is no laughing matter. I’d give anything to have my friend back. He was like a brother to me, and I could tell him anything. He may have been younger than me, but he was wise beyond his years. I could always turn to him for advice. I have felt so much sadness for the loss of a friend. I have felt lost without him. He would have been one year older today, but instead he is in Paradise, and while we may mourn, he can look down on us and smile.
Last year at this time I was struggling financially without a job and not knowing when the money would run out. I couldn’t afford to buy him a birthday gift. I could only get him a card. Even though he was just as happy with only a card, I’d told him I’d make it up to him at Christmas. Of course, I never had that opportunity.

He was always so kind and giving to me that I hated that I couldn’t do so in return.

I’m just glad that I had him as a friend and could give him the kind of love he deserved.

…a pretty picture for today.