A ghastly Monday, just gray and cold and frozen slush and on top of all that it was a Monday. I didn’t care though. I have something to do and that something is a job. Not the best job but it’s something. The weekend was mellow enough. Hanging out with Juan is always good, and when Bill is around it’s even nicer. Not that anything special happens. Bill works on his laptop, I’m usually in front of the pc and Juan sits on his spot on the couch though I try to get Juan to check his email so I could sit on the couch. It used to work, but Juan caught on and rarely gives up the couch.

Work is a drag though. Bill was a prince and revamped my resume since I no longer have MS Word on the pc, I have open office which is so cutting edge, hardly anyone else has it. Mindy, Patron Saint of Staffing Agencies asked for my resume in bullet points and Bill was able to do all that on his laptop. He really straightened it all up and looks nice. I see so many resumes each day that though it didn’t stand out from those, it does look a lot better than it used to.

Last night Bill and I watched the end of an NCAA game, then we watched an abbreviated edition of 60 Minutes with one of the Marines who slaughtered that family in Iraq, then followed by Simon Cowell, so full of himself. Such a record executive. Thank goodness I never ran into his type when I worked in the music business. Even Clive Davis wasn’t as swollen headed as Cowell, but then again maybe Clive would be if he was on TV several nights a week, always on top of the ratings.

I watched Rome after that, Bill wound up going to sleep midway through. I called up my friend Jane who called me a few months after I called her. She’s always busy, always in the studio or on the road and she’s up in Woodstock so I hardly ever see her anymore. She called while Juan was over and I offered to call back the next day which I did, but only got her answering machine. I hope she wasn’t put off by the fact that I didn’t drop everything to chat with her like I usually do. Or Did.

I’ve also been communicating with John Bruce, another friend from the past. John and I wrote a script over a dozen years ago called ‘This is my Plus One’. I thought it went well and my feelings were confirmed when John called me up a few days later telling me that something I wrote made him cry. In a good way too. That would be great if John and I would be able to get it together and try writing something else. But he’s busy with ‘While You Were Out’ a home decorating show. He also has a design company in Brooklyn, where he lives with his boyfriend. Nice.