Twice so far I’ve worn this particular pair of loafers to work and come home wearing different shoes. Usually at some point in the day I get fed up with the loafers. They are either too big and my feet rise out of them as I walk which makes me feel like I look like a drunkard. Last time I had a back up pair of shoes, today I bought a pair of Airwalks. Immediately I felt better but risked looking dorkesque wearing a suit (sans tie) with sneakers.

I got over it as I walked up Broadway from Canal Street to the Ninth Street Path station. This is the Village and dorkiness equals hipness after a few years. So I guess I was cutting edge. Next year in Men’s Vogue, believe me you will see a model in a Brioni suit wearing Vans. Mark my words. Mark them!

The day started out ok. There was a raging brushfire in Brooklyn that could be seen from Hoboken. Some abandoned factory burnt down and started setting fire to the debris on the riverside. It was still burning when I got to work and took some pictures of the smoke.

The day was quiet again and I had busied myself with the morning routine of making coffee, turning on machines and checking emails. I greeted most everyone that walked in with a hearty hello and a good morning. Most everyone was unaccustomed to this so I got some strange looks usually as they returned my greeting.

Felicia came in and she seemed in a good mood. After a little while she came over to me and I asked how she was feeling. I asked about her cancer, which was a melanoma, cut from right above her hip. She showed me her stitches and I tried to reassure her that it wouldn’t scar much. She said, “Are you crazy?” and lifted up the back of her shirt to reveal a nasty ass scar on her back by her shoulder blades. She explained that her skin doesn’t have that much elasticity and tends to leave bad scars. So much for reassurance.

Since we were on a good direction I mentioned that Bill and I have been going to therapy, and since the sessions have moved from Mondays to Fridays I will need to be out of the office at 5:30 on Fridays so I could travel uptown. She was most receptive. How could she not be, after showing me her scars?

The rest of the day was good. Felicia and I interacted many times and found each other’s company enjoyable. I am starting to think we might have possibly in the best sense of camaraderie, not to mention trust, turned a corner. Many escape clauses in the last sentence.

Just saw that Applebee’s commercial featuring a ghostly Sammy Davis Jr. Creepy. Speaking of a Davis, I might go to another Basquiat show with RoDa this week. Possibly crash the opening. That might be fun. That might be Thursday. We shall see won’t we?

Came home to Hoboken tonight to a spectacular sunset. The pictures don’t do it justice. You had to be there.