Yep. Still stranded in my beautiful g-rated family prison. Picking strawberries, eating fabulous dinners, petting a sweet rescue dog, hiking at Devil’s Lake, drinking wine, playing family games in the yard, complaining about that highway noise level in the background, tanning, reading, slowly killing what’s left of my inner x-rated freak.

It is what it is…. What’s worse: - biked to Madison/downtown Friday night… was it always such a desert? Not from what I remember, where’s the skinny dipping crowd at the Union? Where are the fun tipsy boys at bar time? Who are those trashy zombies sleeping on the sidewalks and in the bushes? Is it me or Madison has changed? And not for the better…

• getting tons of replies to my ads. Recap:
• 60% flaky time-wasters into cybersex zzzzz bowwwwriiing
• 25% waaaay too ugly
• 10% fakes
• 3% too far
• 1% not reading my ad

• 1% in progress… let’s see if I find even two candidates for play time when my relatives leave for vacation. The odds look bleaker than winning Temu’s games. And I must have typed “face body pic” 250 times by now.

• rant over *