As (for Rey)

Surly sedition, or early edition. Things have been going well between Bill and myself. He’s been a rock for me with my miniscule dramas and whatnot. He has been lovey dovey and it’s been great, but this morning it went awry. Not that anything terrible happened, but I’m the one who’s usually up and out of the bed by 6:30. For some reason Bill thought it would’ve been nice to let me sleep, saying that I looked so cute and peaceful sleeping there. That’s a good idea for weekends, or if I have some time off, but not today, it being a Wednesday and all. I don’t think he understood what all the fuss was about, and why should he since nine times out of ten, he’s still asleep when I’m walking out the door.

Perhaps he wanted to test my morning sensibilities, to see if I really did make the effort and attempt to become more of a morning person. If that was the case it didn’t work. He wisely stayed out of my way as I ran around the apartment, trying to make coffee, forgoing my cereal and jumping in the shower. No, it certainly is not a good idea to let me sleep a bit more when I actually have to work. Not a good idea, at all. I tried explaining it to him as I was straightening up the stove top that he used last night, not being the type to put things back the way he found them. Just one more thing I needed to do before I had my first cup of coffee and jump into the shower.

It’s been over an hour since all that happened and as usual I am putting my humorous spin on things. I just told a coworker and she laughed at my story. Bill looked fantastic this morning by the way. It’s not the end of the world what happened, just a minor annoyance that I had to get over.

Tonight I plan to meet up with Rey at the Astor Place cube where we will take a subway down to the South Street Seaport to see Conjunto Imagen, a salsa band that our friend, Excer plays with. I’ve known Rey and Excer about twenty years. Excer has a nasty habit of not showing up when he is supposed to, but this is a music gig so I expect that he will be there. He is on the website www.conjuntoimagen.com , he’s the guy behind the keyboard. Good folks, very loyal. I haven’t seen Excer in a few years though, and I speak with Rey several times a week. Rey is Superman to my Jimmy Olsen. He’s a scrapper and a corrections officer at Riker’s Island. Many a time he’s looked out for me to keep me out of harms way, either actual or perceived, and I’m grateful for that.

I just have to get through the day and meet up at the cube. I don’t foresee any obstacles but then again obstacles have a habit of showing up unannounced. But looking at my daily schedule, it should be a quiet day today, (knock wood), despite the misalignment of the stars this morning.

It was 41 years ago yesterday that the Beatles played Shea Stadium.
http://www.therockradio.com/2006/08/flashback-beatles-rock-shea-stadium.html

and Elvis died today sometime.

Now I’m drunk and home. Etc. blah blah blah.

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