“Went to see him last night and he was more himself. This morning he was in a little confused and in a little pain (holding the pillow to his chest) and he didn’t like his breakfast but he was talking better and his arm is fine. He should be moved today around 11am to the step down unit (cardiac floor) From there hopefully discharged in a few days. But I don’t know when or even if yet. Thanks for being there yesterday.”

That was from Elaine, brother Frank’s wife. She’s an inspiration to me lately. It’s some good-ish news at least. I was too tired to go to the hospital today. Really exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. Haven’t been sleeping that good lately and Bill would testify to that, a lot of tossing and turning. I generally wake up exhausted. And it’s into the shower, coffee, cereal and out the door exhausted at 7:00. Today was really a drag. I did see West Indian Tony at Smilers on 5th Avenue when I got an egg sandwich. He of course asked, ‘Hows my boy doin’?’ That means Bill. For some reason he’s really interested in Bill’s career. I keep him apprised once a week and he’s happy with that.

Got to the office, no lights on, I’m the first one in. All the office doors were closed which is odd. Not the usual thing. As people drifted in, I found out from Sean, one of the directors that someone had stolen his headphones which he uses for conference calls. Carla the receptionist and I figured out that it must have been the cleaning crew at night who swiped the headphones, and also closed the door to each office. Carla insisted that it was probably not the usual crew, because this never happened before. Must have been a substitute.

I called the cleaning company’s supervisor who did not return my call, or Carla’s call. Something must be up. The idea of getting a new cleaning crew is starting to make more sense since this crew presently doesn’t do what we ask them to do. That, to me is a pretty good reason to get a new crew. That requires research and I don’t have much time for that right now. I need to find a receptionist to work for three weeks, possibly longer. That’s turning out not to be as easy as I hoped. I asked a few friends who turned me down and I’m running out of ideas.

I’m starting to think that my office is cursed. First with brother Frank having the stroke and the heart infection, then Greg Steven’s mother in law having an operation and then passing away a few days later, and now one of the researchers Peter, his girlfriend was just diagnosed with a brain tumor. No one knows the status of her condition, whether or not it’s benign or malignant. So it’s been one of those days, a rather gloomy sunny day. Those are the worst. And I’m tired.