The morning rain slowed to a drizzle but the remnant dank on the meranda drove the fun cart to the keyboard for a chance at another inside day. Dave chortled at Connie's recurring smile as they went about doing their busywork, knowing last night's push 'n pull had the lasting effect that only perfect pleasure can deliver. Dave also struggled a bit to find some meaning to one of the dreams he had following the carnal carnivale in which something horrid caused the demise of a child and there was reluctance to pursue justice. Thankfully, the old "dreams are random imagination while the body & mind rests" bromide let him recall the satisfaction of determined lovemaking that only seasoned lovers experience instead of dwelling on cerebral fiction. Connie's return to the svelt and the sensational form that optimizes her locomotion is just one of the countless benisons overflowing on Dave's avenue of abundanza. Things like rain-stained drywall hug the periphery because the relentless rolling of the good times need his full awareness. The smile on his pinkish friend says it all.