Hanging out at home on a cold Friday afternoon. Watching the news, looking at the sky. Saw a very fast jet fly by. From the trail of smoke it looked like it took off straight up, like a missile. I noticed while playing the bass, the way the trail looked. It was really going fast and by the time I got the binoculars to see what exactly it was it I had to run from the living room to the bedroom to catch it before it went behind the clouds. I could tell you what type of plane it was but it was big, as big as a B-52 bomber perhaps. Most peculiar.
Bill came home last night for the first time in weeks. It was nice to have him around, didn’t drive me too crazy. I took him seriously at one point, thought we were having an intelligent conversation. We weren’t. My frustration made him happy. It’s the little things you do together, that make it all worthwhile. Watched Lost last night which was very good. That Sayid is very handsome. Woof indeed. A few twists of course. Too much to write about here, you can always catch it online if you’re so inclined.
Bill went to bed about an hour before I did and it was nice to get in the bed when it’s nice and warm. Unfortunately, Bill has been sleeping on a couch so since this has been the first bed he’s been in in weeks, he was all splayed out, arms and legs akimbo. Warmed up the whole bed, but he was generally immovable. Somehow I found a space on the bed for myself, though according to Bill, at 3:30 I hit him on the head. Oh that unconscious resentment, not necessarily aimed at Bill, since I was dreaming so it could have been anyone I was lashing out at, and I couldn’t really tell you anyway. Bill was up and out like old times and left me with a good bye kiss as I slept.
Got to the office on time, finished up whatever it was that I had to do. Was actually very busy. At one point Vivek came up to me to discuss the Christmas bonus, suggesting that I talk to Greg Stevens about it. I told him that Greg and I discuss the matter and I thanked him for my still unseen bonus. I seem to have a boner for the bonus. It’s all about the pursuit I suppose. Spoke to brother Frank who was telling me about Keith Olbermann last night.
It was good to talk to him this afternoon, he was coherent. I think it’s all in the timing, catching Frank when his ability to communicate is strongest, which would be the afternoon rather than the evening. I have the new Mojo and Uncut magazines and I am finished with the last issue of the New Yorker so I’m caught up. Almost finished with The World Without Us as well, but have plenty of other books to finish, or start. That’s it all for now. Hasta luego!
