The sun, just beginning to rise, chased the night sounds away. The glow from the weather channel illuminated the living room, forecasting exactly the same as when he drifted off to sleep. Sub-Saharan temperature, sub-tropical humidity, St. Paul in late August. He stretched in his recliner then pushed the lever forward and landed in the pan of Epsom salts, sending a wave washing across the carpet. Today he chose a Twins jersey, Twins hat and some pin stripe baseball pants he had cut off just below the knee. He pulled up white cotton knee-high socks, and slathered level 50 sunblock for added protection. He laced up his jungle boots, pulled on his Twins cap with white handkerchief pinned to the back, looked in the mirror and knew she would find him irresistible. * * * It seemed no more then a couple of minutes before the alarm jarred them awake. Cindy snuggled against Merlot as he gently stroked her back for a couple of minutes. Eventually she opened her eyes, realized she had to drive home, shower, and change into work clothes.
