It’s a Wednesday. Bill is on the road, Mike is on the sidewalk, and I am in front of my desktop computer. Things are happening, and I am reluctant to write about them. This superstitious atheist doesn’t want to tempt fate. It’s good and it’s nerve wracking.

I’ve been out and about today, but not like yesterday. Yesterday I trod all over Hoboken gathering my steps. Bill was home, which was a good reason to go home. He was in a state of haste, trying to find paperwork, which he did.

Today was the same for me. As soon as I got up, after making the bed, I too set about looking for papers which I could not find. It was from an online request that I could not ignore. The papers went unfound. I hang onto so much crap and the important stuff was not to be seen. A lot of dust kicked up.

I barely had enough coffee, I was driven by a focus that only surfaces every couple of years. Credit card offers, and a lot of birthday and holiday cards. I kept some of the cards and threw out others.

Last night when Mike was over, we watched Luke Cage. I watched it when it was first streaming about 7 years ago and forgot a lot. It’s a lot more edgy than I was willing to watch. I was trying to steer the viewing towards lighthearted fare, but figured it would be best to indulge Mike’s request as Bill was doing his prep work for today’s function and going from room to room.

I sat and smoked a cigar, occasionally going to the kitchen to take a hit off a bowl. Mike can’t be around that sort of thing, and I respect his wishes and try not to be obtrusive. With each hit, I spray some room deodoriser. He hasn’t said anything and I hope he doesn’t. Some lines can’t be crossed.

So, he’s on his way here and I just took a hit, lighter in one hand, bowl in the other and room deodoriser at the ready. And another hit on this chilly April 2. Sex & the City is on in the background, just for noise. Nothing about the country on fire and being flushed down the toilet. About that, it seems the Muskovite mosquito poured millions into a judicial election in Wisconsin and failed spectacularly.

That was a modicum of hope. My Senator, Corey Booker, filibustered for over 24 hours yesterday, and Bill and I tuned in intermittently. It was an honorable effort, but I couldn’t tell you what it all meant except for a 24-hour protest about the administration of L’Orange Merde. It’s getting worse and worse each day.

I think it is the Russian Puta’s wishes, destroy whatever trust the people might have in the nation. The junkie from Hyannis POrt is doing his best as well to destroy whatever healthcare we have in this country.

A measles outbreak is occurring, bird flu is out there and the junkie thinks now would be the time to fire the CDC as well as Health & Human services. People, it’s bad.

Monday again, last day of March. 65°. I was a bit cranky on Saturday which I am fairly certain was the remnants of a hangover from drinking Woodford Reserve on Friday night. Bill and Mike just attributed it to me being bitchy and hungry and it wasn’t until Sunday that I realized it was a hangover, however slight.

The interview on Friday afternoon on camera went well and lifted my spirits throughout the weekend. I am still wary about being too hopeful, and fear looking like Daniel, portrayed by Albert Brooks in Defending Your Life, when he is told he will not be moving forward and will be sent back. He looked crushed, and that is not a good look for me.

There was another job that was posted that I applied to in Hoboken yesterday, and I was told that the company wants to do an AI interview on camera. I have less than 48 hours to respond and start the interview. I’d like Bill to be around for it, since he is around. He doesn’t know yet, and I guess I will bring it up when we go out this afternoon to gather my steps.

It is quite warm out and the sky is gray. Mike was here most of the weekend, and he loved talking to Bill and asking him questions. They watched the second Hunger Games movie, which I did not pay any attention to. Nothing in it interests me, despite the actors whom I enjoy being in it.

It’s odd not being crushingly depressed as I have been the past few weeks on a Monday. I am not sure if Mike will return this afternoon, though he does have some clothes here that I laundered for him yesterday. The sun has come out for a moment and blue skies appear through the clouds. It shone on my hands as I typed on this keyboard.

I looked up someone I used to know on social medias. Bill wanted to know who Luke Natalzio was and I explained that his family used to live near my family in Lodi, but were relocated since Route 80 was being built on their property. The Natalzios and my family were acquaintances, my brother was in the same class as Luke’s sister and jokes were made about my brother Brian having a crush on Marie Natalzio.

I have a memory of myself freaking out about homework that I did not do and Luke being something of a comfort at St. Francis de Sales grammar school. Luke soon went to public school, and I never saw him again until both Luke and I started working on the same day in the same department in the book warehouse for Harcourt Brace & Jovanovich.

We weren’t close, though we got along somewhat. Luke also had a temper, showing that temper when he was angry and punched a hole in an office wall, which my mother witnessed. Looking up Luke online yesterday, I saw someone with the same name and around the same age in 2018 who was sentenced to home supervision for securities fraud.

I wondered if he was the same name listed in the criminal records, but could not connect the two. Luke was just another heterosexual man that I had a crush on. Nothing sexual, just digging his vibe. I didn’t know much then and I’d like to think I know a bit more nowadays.