Oh I went to bed at a decent hour especially after doing basically nothing at all this weekend. Juan seems to have fallen off the radar, most of the time he’s in Trenton or working his new insane hours. I wonder if he’ll be around to see Brazilian Girls on Sunday at Central Park Summerstage? I know I’m going to be chillin’ on the rocks in any event. I may even go up to Otisville to visit Pedro on Saturday (since last week was no good for him) and then when he drops me off in Queens, I’ll just head over to Summerstage.

But that’s a week away, almost. Today I woke up, but couldn’t really get out of bed. I could have slept a lot longer. I did wake up to CBS-FM like I used to. Heard ‘I Got You Babe’ which was a bit groundhog-ish. Bill kissed me good bye as I lay in bed. I asked him what time it was and he said 6:15. Since Hoboken didn’t have water most of the weekend I dreaded taking a shower. Bill made some coffee, but I had my doubts that he used the water in the fridge, and I doubted whether or not he boiled the water for a minute like required by the powers that be.

I did have a cuppa and only had a sip or two before my paranoia got to me. I was running a few minutes late and I couldn’t find my iPod holder and that’s important because that is where my bus pass is. I found it eventually and made my way up to Washington Street where I saw my usual bus, the really comfortable bus, go rolling down the street as I walked to the stop. I knew I was going to be late for sure now.

I caught a crappy bus and spied Michael Hill, the Jesus looking homeless dude, and Denise Foster all walking down the street, about 50 feet between each one. I knew Michael from McSwells, Denise lived across the street from McSwells and we used to celebrate our birthday together, but she became a Jehovah’s Witness and doesn’t do that sort of thing anymore. Ah religion. Then there’s the homeless Jesus dude who graduated from Hoboken High School with my old friend Martin Kelly. Martin’s a year or two older than me so that means they graduated in 1978 or 79.

Work was ok. Finally got caffeinated in the office. Everyone coming in dribs and drabs once again. I realized how much I miss Annemarie, Rex and Earl. Last week was all about coming down off the vacation/wedding high and this week with no water, it being too hot to do much of anything going to work this morning was cold water in the face. I have some more vacation to take later in the year so that’s some time off to look forward too. Work isn’t overwhelming. On the contrary, it’s more underwhelming if anything. But I really do miss those three. It’s been a week since they’ve left.

Billie is back in DC and Julio and Stine came home exhausted and out cold by 8:00PM. And who knows when Juan will grace Hudson County with his visage? And where is Song? Never mind all that, where’s Bill?

Where are you?

check out this link: cut n’ paste
http://www.goodasyou.org/good_as_you/2007/07/rest-easy-old-p.html