Thursday afternoon. Quite gray. I am home, having taken a half day at work so I can go home and chill out before heading back into the city to see Bill sing a few songs at the end of a cabaret night his theater group is presenting.

It was an awkward day yet again at my little fruit stand today. I was in the belly yesterday and today I was not. A security guard was assigned to my floor and some co-workers were woefully unprepared, not in the least, me. The pretzel woman from a few posts before sent me a text saying he should be stationed at a podium with a chair next to it.

Pretzel woman did not realize that the podium and chair were removed a month or so during a purge that belly dwellers enacted when visiting my fruit stand. So they need to replace something they threw out. The security guard was nice enough. I was engrossed in my work and did not realize he was outside the building for almost an hour.

I brought him to the fruit stand, using the new method of swiping key cards to access various parts of the fruit stand. It was few minutes before he settled in. No one knows how long he will be at his post or even if someone else might replace him tomorrow or beyond that.

There was a computer program that was being updated on Friday but somehow my team and I were able to fulfill the requests that had been piling up for the past day or two. That is what occupied my work while the guard waited. It’s not like I was goofing off, I was actually working.

At 2:00 PM I was walking to the Path train and found a seat next to a Beyonce fan who had her bag on the vacant seat beside her. She did not like having to hold her bag because some older white guy wanted to sit there and she clattered her acrylic nails on her phone more than likely texting about my old white ass taking up space.

I didn’t mind and sat reading about Neil Young in Mojo magazine. I came home and saw RoDa for a minute. Bill was waiting outside the building as I came home, and we talked briefly, once again declaring our love before he headed into Manhattan and I climbed the stairs for a nap which I took for about 45 minutes.

Now here I sit, writing today’s post. It is expected to rain heavily which does not lift my spirits in happy anticipation. In fact I am wondering what footwear I should don into the city. This is love. Doing things that one would rather not, but will do to support the loved one, in this case- Bill. Time is moving slowly and the gray skies are not helping.

Mike’s beloved Wade is alive and well after almost 48 hours of not knowing anything about his whereabouts. It seems Wade’s phone was lost, which is much better than Wade dying.

This morning I had a dream which had my heart racing for some reason. I was going backstage where a play I had written was about to open and my friend Lois was freaking out for some reason, perhaps her ex friend and roommate was in the audience Lois was dressed as a lamp. I was prepared to take the stage in the dream but woke up instead.

It’s Wednesday. Yesterday was a bit much. Things went sideways and the repercussions are still being felt. The people around my little fruit stand were appreciative, those in the belly of the fruit stand show little or no interest in my situation. I could be wrong.

In any event, I am in the belly. I got up early and left for work early and arrived at the belly early. Things happened after I left for the day and I am busy trying to figure it all out. Yancy is trying to take the reins, justification for whatever hat he is wearing today. I did some work yesterday though I was not asked to. It seemed to me that fruit stand passes would need to be distributed and each card would need to be entered.

I recorded each number as well as distinguishing marks on various badges. Then after all that a higher up requested the cards and I had no choice but to hand them over. Such is my lot in life. Being in the belly of the fruit stand Iam subject to the whims of many.

I have made a plan regarding sheepish Bill and his cabaret performance tomorrow. I thought about taking a full day but decided to take a half day, though a half day would be four hours, I am taking three hours. I sent Yancy and my counselor an email and was told by my counselor not to include Yancy in my email even though Yancy would be greatly affected by my absence and I felt he should know.

Everything at the fruit stand seems to be on a need to know basis and they don’t seem to want anyone to know anything. It’s their house, it’s their cards. The house always wins.

I voted yesterday. It went well. My candidates in column B won. That rarely happens. Iam glad they won but they have a lot to do, a lot of a mess to clean up. Bill was into watching as much of the results as they came in, before he headed to bed. I was going to stream the Diplomat or the West Wing, or maybe the SCTV documentary but I stood aside and let Bill watch what he wanted to watch.

I tried to resist but I knew I would be drawn in and I was, watch the results until it was time for me to get to bed.

Now it is 11:50. 10 minutes until lunch. Violet needs to take her break at 1:00 and being the amiable person that I am, and being a team player I am taking my lunch earlier than I would like.

And the lunch was me sitting in the concrete park, talking with Bill and then talking with Mike. Smoking a little cigar, surrounded by weed smokers and one or two cigar smokers. Not bad company overall. I return to the belly of the fruit stand smelling like cigars and weed. It could be worse.

I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich surreptitiously at the desk while Violet does her lunch thing.

Mike is terribly worried about his beloved Wade. Wade has been working as an election worker. Yesterday, being election day, Wade was unreachable. Today he is unreachable. I tried to reassure Mike, that could be why he is incommunicado. Mike asked me to call, and I did. I got to Wade’s voicemail and the mailbox was full. So, we have to wait and see and hope for the very best.