A video is playing right now. The agency sent it to me. In case I am operating a forklift, I will know how to fill out the proper paperwork when this opportunity arises. The narrator sounds like he is a high school student at a boys’ school narrating for extra credit. He stumbles, he stammers, and comes across as awkward. It’s called How to Do an OP63.

The video plays. I type on a tablet. Obviously I am not paying any attention to the junior bar’s speaker. The video ended and there were no follow up questions. Last night was good. Bill and I caught up on Ted Lasso and ended on a bittersweet note. Jeopardy was more uplifting. I am at my fruit stand, Bill is on the road and Mike is in his crib. Today is his beloved’s birthday. William Wade is 60.

Back in May I told a coworker about pretzels that had expired in November 2025. The seemed shocking and the coworker felt they had recently ordered them. They also said they would check it out but in August they hadn’t done anything so I took it upon myself to throw them out.

Yesterday they got back to me and asked what happened to the pretzels and when I told them, they asked why did I throw them out, explained they had expired almost a year ago and they mentioned they could have still been donated to a homeless organization. I explained that that seemed like a bad idea, and they told me soup kitchens routinely give out food that had expired 10 years ago.

It was an odd conversation and I contacted Janis who was sitting next to Yancy and filled Yancy in on the situation. Yancy was not happy about this conversation and the thought of donating expired food in the name of the belly of the beast was not a smart decision. I explained that this is what I was told.

Yancy asked me to forward any correspondence on this matter to him since they were planning a meeting with this employee and this is more information that they could use since this employee has been doing some dodgy things indeed,

Next week I will be in the vicinity of the belly of the beast, Monday to Thursday. I think I have a good handle on this situation with none of the anxiety I used to carry around.

I’ve been snacking all morning and was thinking of getting halal food but I’m not hungry, I would be eating according to a schedule, not my personal reality. So I think I will pass on the halal food.

Spoke with Bill on the phone, driving up the NJ Turnpike. Mike is at his crib. I have a cigar in front of me that I will light up in about an hour. For I am a grown up and this is what grown ups do. I think.

Once again, this is written on a tablet, not the befuddled method of dictation. But I do want to bring this tablet home so I could use it next week at the belly of the hive. And I ate a jelly donut and I have jelly on my shirt. What else is new?

Work was. Bit harried in the last quarter of the day yesterday. Jimmy Chile stepped up with some information that should have been commonly known but wasn’t. I had a meeting online with my employment counselor where she once again admonished me for posting ‘darned if I do, darned if I don’t’ in an online forum. I mentioned to the counselor that I spent time going back and forth as to actually posting ‘damned if I do, damned if I don’t’.

Neither was satisfactory and feathers were ruffled nonetheless.

After Jimmy Chile helped me out, there was not much else to do. I stayed a few minutes later than usual. I was meeting Bill on 59th Street at 6:00 pm and wouldn’t want to be too early. d been a couple of years since I had been to this area, the last time was with Bill once again to see a friend of his in a play, where there was more drama backstage than there was on stage.

The NYC subway has a new method to get through the turnstiles, involving smartphones. You have to tap your smartphone to the turnstile and before leaving the office I set up my smartphone wallet, or so I thought. I proceeded as I should and was stopped. My secret. Code was requir3d and being me, I was not 100% sure and I knew that one only has a small window of opportunity to enter the correct number.

Being underground I was blocked from getting the correct information. Eventually I got the right number and tapped the phone but it came up red. Green is for go and red means stop. I wound up being charged twice but was glad to be able to get uptown. I also remembered why I am not too fond of riding the subway, at least by myself, with Bill I just have to follow hi s lead.

And there was Bill outside the building and we had about a half hour before we were going in, so we sat across the street and talked. It was a nice evening for it. We made it into the screening room and sat in the last row. I saw Issac Ferry and waved hello.

Bill did not know anything about the subject of the documentary, Ron Delsener but enjoyed it very much. At the end, it turned out that Ron Delsener was five seats away from us, and we made it a point to shake his hand and thank him for promoting so many great shows and various venues.

There was a plan to walk down to the bus terminal after the screening but I was tired and just wanted to get home so we took a train to Herald Square and caught the Path train.

Bill went to the supermarket and I went home. He was soon in bed and I was to follow shortly thereafter.

Now it is a gray day in Manhattan and I would rather be in bed. Having slept well last night, of course I would rather be there. But here it is hours later and I’m looking back at 12 hours ago. Doesn’t do me or anyone else any good.