This morning's frostscape

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The weather is still bitterly cold. It's expected to warm up by Monday to a high of 0°C (32°F) and then descend into the deep freeze again. This, along with reduced winter daylight, is what I like least about living in Ontario. The office is bright and warm this morning. I feel no inclination to go outside.

Last night I went to the monthly dance. Approaching the hall I saw a full parking lot and expected a busy night, but it was a moderate crowd overrun with women. I told Ray about the misleading parking lot.

"The lesbians all brought their big trucks," he explained.

Last month I flirted with a cute bearded cowboy trucker from Barrie who came with J and his partner. J and I flirted, too, as usual. Referring to his partner, J called their guest "the middle of our sandwich."

Last night when I walked over to greet J, he groped my ass and said, "E says hi."

"The trucker from Barrie?" I asked, unable to suppress a grin.

"Yeah. He's stuck on a gig in Pennsylvania, otherwise he would have come tonight. He hopes he can make it next month."

Interesting, but I ought to remember J has been teasing me for two years. He probably just wants me to join the gay bowling league.

Bob and Mark are vacationing in Costa Rica. Les didn't show up. Neither did Matt. Mostly I played busboy, hung out with Ray and Jon, and stayed to the bitter end to carry Tammy's DJ equipment out to her pickup. Ray drove me home again.