Charley

Named Charley

It is mid-day Saturday, and the storm named Charley has just missed (by about 20 miles) going right over mom & dad. They got a good blow in Charleston, and some rain, but everything is well. The news headline was that there was "significant loss of life" in Florida. Is there ever an insignificant loss of life? I have spent another Saturday morning at work (too many loose ends), and Sam is off to do the Virginia Creeper Trail with Pack 1. I should have gone, but between work, mowing grass here, and getting some groceries I feel a little stretched.

Another nice note to share: The soft sensual feeling of lips pressed together in a passionate kiss... Parting lips revealing probing tongues... Probing tongues entwined dancing together in a long passionate kiss... Caressing hands gently touching, feeling, squeezing soft pliable flesh... Yes, it is a tease... but a healthy one I think!

As of yesterday, Patrick is holding his own after being in the hospital for three weeks, and being cut open a half dozen times.