So today is the first day of Lent. I'm not Catholic nor am I particularly religious in the traditional or old-fashioned sense. But I do find spiritual values and considerations to be important in my life. I think it worthwhile to reflect from time to time on some of the big questions: like what is life all about, why are we here, what is a "good" life and how can we live it. I certainly don't believe in sin the way it is normally described by most clergy, but I do believe that how we act is important and has consequences. The old cliche about treating others the way we would like to be treated resonates with me. I'm far from perfect, but I try. Hey, I guess this all sounds pretty heavy, but that's where my head is today. Have a good one.

Took a long time to dig out, but today is beautiful. Gorgeous blue sky and not too cold. I think a nap is in the plans for this afternoon. Need a naked body to share it with.

Well, I guess I really am snowbound. No newspapers this morning.

Now this is what I call a snow storm! Makes me want to reread John Greenleaf Whittier's poem "Snow-bound, A Winter Idyl."

Some days I just can't stop thinking about sex.

Last night I had this amazingly realistic dream about sex with my ex. I swear I could smell and taste her and feel myself going into her wet pussy. Needless to say, I woke up in quite a state. It's interesting. I don't miss the fights, mental hassle, and emotional turmoil of our relationship. Our split was mutual and relatively harmonious. No question that we are both better off apart. But I do miss the sex. That was never a problem or issue between us. It was frequent and fabulous. Too bad sex, as important as it is, can't make up for everything. But as Thomas Wolfe said, "you can't go home again."

Hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble getting back to sleep. Luckily it doesn't happen often. I've heard that the best thing to do is get up and read for a while, but the bed is so warm.Ugh.

Don't like rain in January.

Fresh snow. Lovely.

Interesting, but I find that many time pictures posted by regular SG members are much more erotic and sexy than pics of Suicide Girls and even hopefuls. Not always true but gives one pause.