glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the passion of eternal youth It is 9:44 AM Sunday morning in the death flow. Outside this morning it is cold and gray. It typical ugly early Fall weather. It is suppose to rain today and tomorrow. I got up around 8 o'clock AM this morning. I first got up around 4 o'clock AM due to a sex dream. I was having this sex dream where I could not consummate the act. In the dream I wanted to have an orgasm, but could not figure how since there was no woman to have sex with. I have these sex dreams where I am having sex but no orgasm. Maybe these unfulfilled sex dreams are revealing my present sex life. I know I am not having sex like I did when I was a young man. It is only now in my old age I know what real sex is. It is now in my old age that I know how to make love whereas when I was young it was all about the orgasm and not making love/the giving of sexual pleasure. So I got up around 4 o'clock AM got a glass of water and messed with our main computer. I got tired and went back to bed around 5 o'clock AM. I woke up around 8 o'clock AM made a pot of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. Carol called as I was messing with our main computer. What struck me about my phone call with Carol is that her voice had the sound of an old Midwestern farm woman. My wife is an old woman and I am an old man. My wife will be 64 years old January 2017. In two years my wife plans to retire from being a professional nurse. It would be nice if Heaven was a place where Carol and I could make love in the passion of eternal youth. I have no plans for the day ahead of me. I will watch some professional football. Last night I made a BookTube video, listened to some death metal music and watched a TV movie. I went to bed around 12:30 AM last night. Well I suppose I will close to face my existence. We are all going to die. "[1] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. 10:01 a.m. - 2016-09-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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