Naked Phone Calls and Bats

This afternoon. I'm sitting in my leather rocking chair. The most relaxed I've been in months. A lengthy swim for the first time in ages, muscles complaining I've exercised them. I'd sat in the hot tub one very long time with a tall glass of red wine. Post hot tub fellowship. Hair washed, body scrubbed and blissfully  showered in delicious hot water. Sitting naked on a towel in the rocker, not wanting to get up and get dressed. Blissed out.

When some fool started blowing up my Skype account. I didn't answer the first five or six calls because I didn't know the phone number. Eventually I came down off cloud nine and answered.  The very person I would never want to talk to nekkid. Mr. Steak, he of the making a million and one nasty sexual remarks when he picked up our cats. He of the very inappropriate Facebook conversations that led me to block him.

One very short conversation. He was looking for Jim. I was brusque with him,  yes and no answers, sort of freaking out that I was talking to the seriously creepiest man I knew in the nude.

Hours later he calls back. This time I have clothes on, but Jim does not. Jim comes in and talks to him quite a while on my computer. When he went to hang up after saying goodbye Jim remarks about both of us having nude conversations with Mr. Steak. He speaks up, 'Hey I heard that!' Apparently he didn't hang up yet. Ouch.

This evening Stinky came running in through his cat door, darting in with a bat in his mouth. The bat got away from him and flew around the living room in circles for an hour before he finally flew out of the open door. That's about as much excitement as I can handle.

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