The Swiss cheese schedule goes on. After a day off yesterday, a day on today as well as a day on tomorrow. It’s gotten nippy out, quite cool. Time to bring out the autumn wear. Had a dreadful dream last night, so dreadful I woke up from it at 3:30.

It concerned me being late for something and knowing that my father was waiting and getting angry was upsetting enough. Woke up dry mouthed and needed some nourishment. It was a hard feeling to shake and the feeling was over 20 years old, bringing me back to Harmon Meadow with my sister and she being late with dad getting pissed off in the car, having had to wait 5 to 10 minutes.

Annemarie would know the feeling I’m sure. It’s a feeling I don’t ever want to feel again. Funny even after 11 years being dead he still has an influence that should be discarded and ignored whenever possible. I was able to fall back asleep though and woke up with Bill kissing me goodbye once again, telling me he loves me so very much.

I was able to muster an ‘I love you too’ as he headed out and I returned to sleep. I got out of bed after listening to Penny Lane being played on the oldies station. Shuffle into the shower after starting coffee and getting cereal all set.

Today was to be work with Zack and Jerry Vale. Not a bad team. Thomas is roaming the Berkshires with his fiancee and who the hell knows where Frank Burns is. A walk to the bus stop, my 2nd favorite bus driver approaching. A crowded bus at the next stop, a woman talking to her neighbor around me instead of sitting in the seat next to him which was vacant.

I had a thought, that it’s not that people are getting stupider, it’s just that there are more stupid around than ever before. They’re breeding!

The cigar shack was quite busy today, Zack taking an early lead, Jerry Vale in second place and me trailing behind. But that changed fast enough and eventually I took the lead. It took me by surprise and I was happy about it.

Now it’s after 8:00PM and of course in the vicinity of the cigar shack things have quieted down a lot. It’s darker out earlier and definitely colder out once the sun goes down. Not much demand for cigars after dark. Now we approach 8:30 oh so slowly.

Bill has his play that he’s stage managing tonight so I will be home before him I suppose. And of course I can’t get home fast enough. I mean I can’t even get out of the cigar shack fast enough. But not to worry, it will happen soon enough, of that I am sure. People are bundled up as they stroll past the cigar shack window leaving me to believe there is a sub-arctic chill in the air. Last one out is a rotten egg.

Oh, Ian Stokowski stopped by. He’s the head of a company and after bemoaning the fact that he couldn’t’ find an office manager for his company that moved to midtown Manhattan last year, asked for my resume then seemingly vanished off the face of the earth. Well old Ian was back, stuck with an office manager that he is none too fond of. I was aloof and showed disdain. It would be hard to work for someone that I didn’t respect. I thanked him for his purchase and saw him out.

And I hope Casey Chasm and family are alright. They just popped into my head.




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