Welcome to my bad mood. Yes it’s Wednesday, not that you would care. I don’t know why I’m in a bad mood. It could have something to do with the idiots and crazy people that ride the 126 bus back from Manhattan at the end of the day. Including the cat lady who rode the bus with her cat’s head sticking out of the bag. It could be that I had to sit in the cramped last seat with my knees flush against the seat before me, enabling me to feel every fucking pothole on the ride back And when I maneuvered to move from crampville to an empty seat, cat lady suddenly moved from her ample seat (where I usually sit) to a smaller spot.

It could be the fact that Vivek, dear Vivek never said anything yesterday about his trip today. Today he mentioned it though, saying that he wouldn’t be able to go to Orlando at 2:30 this afternoon and he wouldn’t be able to stay there until Friday. Of course it’s easy to change an itinerary on the day of the trip, much less an hour before you’re supposed to depart. Actually it was easy to do. I used expedia.com and they were able to refund the money. But it was the running back and forth from my desk trying to track down Vivek to ask him if this trip was alright, or would a stop in Atlanta be a problem. The main difficulty was trying to find him.

It could also be that today was Carla the receptionist’s last day and I’m going to miss her a lot. She’s good people and I’ve come to really rely on her quite a bit. Initially I was thinking that it would be more work for me which I didn’t mind since finding things to do in the office has been getting harder. But as her leaving became reality I thought, ‘what of they find out I’m an idiot?’ Yes that old bugaboo popped up today, that old crippler, self doubt.

I tool Carla out to lunch today and that was a chore, not anything that Carla did, just that we were trying to coordinate our schedules so that Natalie, who will be filling in for Carla, could go to lunch. That difficulty was from dealing with expedia over the phone and trying to get Vivek pinned down to an acceptable departure time. We had a good lunch eventually, winding up at O’Neills, an Irish pub a few blocks away from the office where I had a burger and a pint of Guinness and Carla had a mushroom burger with a pint of Budweiser. Ew.

Or my bad mood could be attributed to the fact that I simply woke up this morning and as it was a lot cooler, cool enough to wear a suit, it got muggy again this afternoon and my white shirt seemed transparent on my walk across town to the bus terminal.

Or it could be the war and the bulletins I get from Media Matters about the repubicans and Fuck Snooze. It’s overwhelming sometimes and it gets my Irish up.

In any event, I am home now in Hoboken, and I don’t plan on seeing anyone until tomorrow which is best for all concerned. I did get a box of cigars from Billie in DC and that was very nice.

Here’s an autumnal photo