I walked to work with my head up, looking forward. I slept well entwined in Bill’s loving arms. It’s great what a little communication can do. He’s was up and about this morning and it’s rare that we are up at the same time. He was as exuberant as he was last night. A yin to my yang. Me? I sit rather quietly, having coffee with Today in New York on and check my email.

Bill doesn’t drink coffee. I require coffee. I was sitting at the computer reading my emails and the New York Times online while Bill puttered about. Eventually I had to go and we kissed, professing our love for each other in a post 9/11 daily routine. He lingered at the door watching me go down the stairs. That was a nice send off. He really cares for me I felt.

I played Optimistic by Sounds of Blackness, it was so good I played it twice. Then decided to play the other two Sounds of Blackness tracks on the iPod, The Pressure and Testify. Good swingin gospel music to get me to the train. I could’ve played Optimistic all day but opted for Prince ‘Sign O’ the Times’. Still a great record, so much fun and so many memories.

Work was the drag that it usually is these days. I heard from McGruff from Wanker Banker, who told me to speak to his assistant. I called and then had to hang up due to someone next to me that I didn’t want to know what was going on. I couldn’t reach her, and it was McGruff’s suggestion. They haven’t replaced me and I am more than willing to go back. I have been humbled.

The wheels might be turning. It is familiar ground. It would be awkward that’s for sure. It’s very similar to what my counterpart at Wanker Banker San Francisco did. She left for what seemed to be a more exciting and promising job and found it not to her favor. So she left the new job and went back to her old job in Wanker Banker. Why couldn’t I do that?
The only obstacle could be the human resources director who I decline to name at this point.

It was a busy day at McMann and Tate and it was also the last day before the start of a four-day weekend for me. It was accidentally timed nearly perfectly since tomorrow is going to be very busy. Paula will be sitting in for me, both Thursday and Friday working with Felicia. Friday should be not as busy but basically I don’t care. I plan to be at the beach after dropping in on Virginia Wagner tomorrow. The beach depends on the weather. Virginia is a definite. Virginia is for lovers. Only heterosexual ones though.

It would’ve been nice to have had dinner tonight with Annemarie and Earl since I’m in a much more mellow mood than I was last night. But that was then and now is now and tomorrow is Saturday for me, Thursday for everyone else. I doubt the interview should take more than an hour, at which point I get back on the bus, change in shorts and trunks and hook up with Annemarie and Earl and head down the shore. That is the plan, man.