It’s Saturday and it’s 70 degrees. I just got back from walking around Hoboken and there were literally hundreds of people wandering around Washington Street, dozens of people in flip-flops and shorts. Crazy for January 6 don’t you think? Somethings not right I tell you.

Last night, after walking around the Village and midtown with Adam I came home awfully tired. Two glasses of wine and I was exhausted by 11:00. Bill came home a little before that and I could barely keep my eyes open so I shuffled off to bed and fell into quite a deep sleep. I woke up, feeling somewhat refreshed after what I thought was about six hours. When I opened my eyes it was only 11:30. I got out of bed and sat with Bill who was watching the late Bob Ross, painting on cable TV. That added a touch of surrealism as I took a Tylenol PM. A half hour later I was once again in bed, ensconced in Bill’s arms.

I haven’t had a jazz cigarette in days and that’s been leading to some very intense dreams. One dream I remember involved my adjusting my belt which had dozens of holes in it. Way too many. Another dream I had involved watching ‘Rent’ and sitting in the movie theater bawling my eyes out. That was intense enough to ask Bill when I woke up in the morning if I was crying in my sleep. I wasn’t.

Bill and I walked around Hoboken for a bit this morning before he went to his vocal class and rehearsal. Quite nice, many kisses in the sun at the bus stop. After that I got the papers and bagels and came home for breakfast. No good news except for the heroes in New York this week, the guy who leapt on the subway tracks to save a stranger, and the two guys who caught a child who fell off a fire escape three floors up. Nice. The subway hero got $10,000 for saving a student’s life.

That gave me an idea to save people should they fall onto the Path train tracks, or the subway and make some dosh. And of there’s no one to fall, well, who’s to notice a little push in the right direction? Kidding…that’s not my style at all. Need to find someone to do it for me. I do work at a staffing agency after all.

Bill was gone most of the day, Juan was not back from his party in New Brunswick and I did my laundry. I watched TV and strangely enough, ‘Rent’ was on TV which started to affect me so that is when I decided to go out and see what life was like on the street. That was alright, it was a beautiful and unnatural day. Now I’m home, Bill just walked in and purchased a monthly bus pass which was incredibly nice.

Annemarie called and suggested I try to play the bass line to ‘I Was Made to Love Her’ by Stevie Wonder, which is crazy complicated. James Jamerson was an amazing bass player, incomparable as Marvin Gaye called him. What was Annemarie thinking? I listened to Elton John’s ‘Hercules’ from Honky Chateau and I can’t even get close to Dee Murray’s bass lines on that one, much less Motown. But I’ll keep trying though, feeling my way up and down the neck. Who knows? Honor thy error as hidden intention.

Well it’s Friday and it’s friggin 60 degrees on January 5th. It makes for nice walking around weather, just quite humid. I met with Amiable Alan who’s real name is Adam and he’s a lifesaver, just as sweet too. See? He’s amiable. I hooked up with him and we strolled around Manhattan from the Village to Herald Square, just walking and talking and avoiding taxicabs. He is still with the Wolffmen, and wants to get out. He misses me and I miss him. I feel like I’ve abandoned him when I left but I think we’ve bonded enough to be in each other’s lives, perhaps much like Pedro and myself.

I spoke also to dear Brenda from Wanker Banker, who told me that two big wigs have left the Wanker Banker offices on the same day, both going to Credit Suisse Bank. It apparently has shaken the office to the core and most of my former coworkers and friends are plenty scared about losing their jobs. So perhaps I had gotten out there at the right time though like most things that happen in my life, it didn’t seem to be that way at that moment. Adam and I ran into Mike who still works at Wanker Banker while we walked around the Village and he sputtered the news about the departure of the large toupees.

Work itself for me was good. Still feeling my way about, getting along with everyone. I had to order pizzas for the office since it was someone’s birthday. I also had to buy one of those large birthday cards so all seven of us could sign and wish them well. A smaller card would have sufficed but I only followed orders. The people I work with, and work for are generally good people. Very small office, quite homey. It could be in Smallville USA instead of midtown Manhattan.

After the madhouse of neuroses with the Wolffmen it takes a major adjustment but I seem to be doing alright so far. At one point, I was having a break, outside having a puff when I saw someone from behind and I wasn’t sure if it was who I thought it was and it turned out it was. It was a girl named Kelly who I met years ago when working at another staffing agency, Staffmark. I said Kelly, and she turned around quite happy to see me. It’s funny I met her at Staffmark. Her job was watering the plants in the office for a plant company. We got along great there, then when I was working at Wanker Banker she was watering plants in the building for another company.

We both laughed when I told her where I was working now, which is right down the street from where she is based. I expect we’ll be crossing paths again somewhere down the line. It was just one of those days, neither up nor down, just mainly a few connections with good people from my past. Quite nice.