Sunday. Not as warm as yesterday but still warmer than it should be. 50 degrees or so. Last night Juan came over and he watched ‘Defending Your Life’ with Bill and I. I first saw that film a few weeks before my mother passed away and it gave me some sort of comfort when that awful Mother’s Day event happened. It’s still a really good movie, still gets quite a few laughs. It was also one of those situations when I watched it, I was seeing things I either had never seen before or forgot totally. A senior moment perhaps.

Bill went off to bed shortly thereafter and Juan and I watched a little bit of Saturday Night Live. It was a repeat with Alec Baldwin hosting, Christina Aguilera was the musical guest. Both were quite good, very funny. Juan was fading fast and left soon after the music, I headed to bed after that. I lay in bed wondering about the new job. I hate thinking about work on my weekends, but I suppose this would be exceptional since it is a new job. Soon enough I was wrapped in Bills arms headed to slumber land. It was still quite warm and we slept with the window open. In January.

According to Bill I was talking in my sleep and he found it cute, but couldn’t remember what it was that I was talking about. We both got up around 8:30 or so, he in the shower, me making coffee. Soon he was off to church and I went out to get bagels and the papers. Came home, had some eggs and watched some of the morning shows. I had rented from Netflix, ‘World Trade Center’ by Oliver Stone. I had it for a few weeks and kept putting it off to watch. Obviously it’s not a fun movie and whenever I suggested watching it to Juan, he quickly put the kibosh on it, which was quite understandable.

I put it in around 11:00 and was totally engrossed. My brother Frank recommended it a while ago and sure enough, he was right. There were moments where tears were streaming down my face. It’s well done, it has it flaws but they’re easily overlooked. Brought back some of the feelings from 5 years ago, which aren’t too far from the surface for me. I was going to save it so Bill could watch it, but I couldn’t go through watching it again.

I called up Frank afterwards and we talked about WTC, and talked about the Beatles in a totally unrelated conversation and I also told him about the situation with the new job. It was a good talk. Also spoke to Elaine who told me Corinne was in Hollywood, Florida, staying at a classmate’s grandmother’s house. Nice to get out of the area, kudos to her. Frank mentioned that the Annie Leibovitz documentary on PBS was really good and luckily it was on when I got off the phone with him.

I watched the last hour and was inspired enough to walk around Hoboken with my camera, smoking a Padron ala Weegee and taking pictures of anything that struck me as art. I’m going to try to post them in the pages listed on the right column so take a look tomorrow just in case there’s nothing there tonight.

Back to work tomorrow, so wish me luck. The dreaded day five. I just have to figure out my place in the office. At least there aren’t Felicia’s in the air.