I have been having some realistic dreams as of late. Of course, hours later I can’t remember most of them. Various workplaces from the past are the general locales. Various floors and staircases in old houses. I don’t know what’s what and that’s how things usually go.

Mike’s been at his crib the past couple of days but now he’s back in Hoboken, at his Dads crib. Bill and I are Mike’s Dads and he is our son. He just phoned to let me know that he arrived safely. Tomorrow promises to be a rendezvous with Bill. He might just drive through Hoboken, not just to see me but rather have me hand off a new GPS. I’m just the courier, I guess, the middle man.

Typing once again on the iPad. Yesterday was a bit of a nightmare trying to get Google Drive and Google Docs to cooperate and work together. It was not to be and I had to dictate what I had written since one was not working with the other and it was a pain in the ass.

It’s another gray day, and the temperature is supposed to drop this weekend, which I think the bike riding will be done for the year. At my desk I look out the window and see what used to be a modern building which currently has balconies that are sagging and falling down.

No collapses yet, but some apartments have barricades preventing residents from using the balconies. There is a man who does go out on his for a cigarette since there’s no barricade preventing him from doing so.

Dictation time. I’m outside having a small cigar. Last night before I went home I went to the largest cigar but it’s much too damp out and there’s always the possibility that it might rain at any time.

As I usually do most weeks I ordered some food from Wendy’s and I usually order online and it gets to me in an email telling me to hit this button when I’m at the restaurant and nine times out of 10 I do just that

Most of the time there’s a problem with that but I still go in and my order has gone through there’s just a problem with the app. Today the order has not gone through and I was on the phone with Wendy’s customer service for about 20 minutes.

They informed me that the order might be refunded but it just cannot be done through this customer service person who I was talking to at lunch time in Wendy’s and you imagine how loud that was.

It is very quiet in the office of the fruit stand once more. I’ve eaten enough in the morning and I’m not hungry now and I was only ordering food because it was time to eat not because I was hungry. There are snacks that I can still avail myself of should the need arise.

And right now a song by a singer named Hillary called kinetic is playing in my head the song is about 43 years old. And I remember it like it was yesterday. It was produced by Stephen Hague who later produced New Order and for some reason I think Hillary was from Pittsburgh or at least Western Pennsylvania

October 16 2026

I was thisclose to calling out today. I slept so well last night that I wanted to stay in bed. But a coworker at the fruit stand requested my help this morning and I really like them so I was compelled to do so and to go in. I literally dragged myself through the Hoboken streets getting my bagel and shuffling along to the PATH train

I was early, I took it into consideration that it might be less stressful and less crowded. It was both and I snagged a seat. I attempted to read but I was still somewhat in sleep mode so I closed my eyes. I didn’t necessarily sleep but rested enough to not notice the guy I was sitting next to had gotten up and left.

More shuffling down Manhattan street, getting the desk at the fruit stand and about to eat my newly toasted bagel. That’s when the phone rang. It was Yancey. He was asking me if I had gotten his text message a half an hour earlier. I told him that I didn’t and so he proceeded to tell me the message. I needed to be at the belly. And being the team player I am trying to be, I told him I would be there soon enough

They offered to send a ride share service but I politely declined and decided to walk up to the belly from my fruit stand. It was a pleasant enough morning and I certainly wasn’t going to jump on the train again. That would be pushing my luck. I got another cup of coffee and made my way to the belly.

It has been a rather odd day so far. I am sitting at Violet’s desk as she is out once again. She was ill the other day when working alongside her so much so that she spent her lunch break sleeping in the serenity room at the fruit stand people created for times like this

I sat next to her the other day and on a different computer which had a different password. Luckily weeks ago I had simplified things and narrowed my password down to two. If it’s not one then it’s the other or a variation of that password. Yancy was stressing this month ago and Marcus had let me know that just that and it worked

It is a Thursday and I will catch the PATH train home from its starting point. That will cut down on the stress I think. I might even catch the train on the side of the platform that most people only use for exiting. I like to think that I know better but we shall see about that.

Once again, lunch with the small cigar, on the phone with the demon child mike. He’s been fascinated by the occult lately and this is an indulgence on his behalf. Their Satanic Majesties Request. I didn’t think I would be able to write this today but here I am almost done.

It’s the little things really, I might have a hurdle, and I jumped. And a little over 3 hours to go before I get my TDAP and shingles vaccine after work..

Now it’s a little over an hour to go and I’m having difficulty transferring this to my drive after writing it on the iPad so I dictated the words into this my phone

Back home, I was on the phone with Bill. As the phone was dialing I remembered that I forgot about the scheduled vaccines for tonight.

It has been a day that has been a bit off…