Young Americans

It’s Friday and all is relatively well. Just got back home with Bill after what may be my last session with Phillip Beansprout. Nothing bad happened but Bill and I reckoned that things are going well lately for us and as far as couples counseling we’ve learned our lessons and apply them daily, mainly we communicate better and often. And that was the main reason why were initially started going. Phillip didn’t put up any fight or anything. He was as usual cool as a cucumber. Bill is probably going to continue going on his own and I may drop in from time to time.

The reasoning behind ending the couples counseling was financial and constrained by time. I also didn’t have anything I could think of to talk about really. Yes you read that correctly. I did not have anything to say. Or to complain about. No, it’s not the end of the world, just that the initial problems that got Bill and myself into therapy have been taken care of or are at least underway, being an ongoing process and all. We’ll see and if worse comes to worse I can always start going to session again.

On the work front it was slow going, Felicia seems to recovered from whatever it was that was bothering her. It was odd the other day, but when she went to the doctor and then the hospital the other day, en route to the hospital she phoned telling me of her plan to go to Columbia Presbyterian hospital and I could clearly hear her dog barking in the background. I didn’t say anything to anyone, just kept it to myself until writing this. I can picture Felicia nervously screaming at her dog to shut up as she hung up the phone.

Earlier this week I had Terry working next to me, she’s a good kid. Having her in the office enabled me to get in later than usual the past three days which was a good thing though the train is a lot more crowded towards the middle of the rush hour and not conducive to reading the New Yorker. Some cute men in suits to discreetly look at though. That makes the commute easier at least but then again it’s a fast, crowded fifteen minute ride to Ninth Street from Hoboken. When the weather gets cooler I plan on wearing a suit one day a week for the thrill of it. I hate to see my suits neglected.

That’s something I’m looking forward to. I am really looking forward to a possible trip to the beach on Sunday with Julio. The weather seems most promising. Got a package from my sister and her family for my birthday and I haven’t opened it yet until I get the green light from the left coast. Could be cookies and brownies. Yum Yum.

Very good column by Thomas Friedman in the New York Times today about this crap piece of shit administration of course. There was also an article about the poisonous lionfish which usually resides in the Pacific Ocean and has been cropping up along the eastern seaboard.

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