Dear Diary, Entry 2

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Dear Diary,

Had a wonderful day today with my beloved husband.

The day started unexpectedly early when my body decided that 5am was the appropriate time to wake up. I let my husband sleep while I used my phone calendar and weather app to plan my day.

Our son left for college, I had a hearty and delicious breakfast, and then hubby and I made love. Since we had the place to ourselves, we weren’t quiet for once. We had our bedroom windows open because of the heat. There were men working at the house next door. Hopefully they didn’t hear us, but too bad if they did. I think I deserved a good loud fucking.

After the sex and some great pillow talk, I went and had an everything shower in preparation for a couple’s massage.

We stopped for sushi on the way.

Hubby got shirty with a slow driver as we tried to find a place to park. However the scents and sounds of the salon soothed us into tranquillity immediately.

Despite the massage being marketed to couples, we were directed into separate rooms. Tales of happy endings flashed through my mind as my husband disappeared behind his curtain.

For the next hour, I was pummelled, elbowed, and kneaded in a variety of poses. The agony was intense at times, but I was uncomplaining. By the end, I was in a state of complete zen.

We returned home for dinner and watched The Good Place while we ate, then walked to the supermarket and bought a few supplies.

I asked hubs if he’d put on Netflix’s new Agatha Christie while I washed the dishes, but he wasn’t in the mood, so now I’m sitting on the sofa reading The Fran Lebowitz Reader. Fran’s cover portrait is the epitome of chic.

 

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