Hello, I’m tired. Slept well last night, and even went to bed a little bit earlier, but all day long I’ve been dragging my ass. Got things done but still, like a marijuana hangover. Not that I would know anything about that sort of thing. The work was OK. I was impressed by something I didn’t do.

A snarky reply to an email that was warranted but went no further than my head. The thought did not reach my fingers on the keyboard. I was so impressed by my lack of action that phoned Bill to tell him about it and he too was impressed.

I may have mentioned the other day about an older gent who sat by my desk for 90 minutes. The older gent did not speak much English and my Spanish is peppered with foul language and I felt it best to find someone fluent in Espanol. For 90 minutes I searched and thought I stumbled upon something that might have been bilingual.

It turned out he was an asshole and responded with one word, ‘Really?’ Oh that set the asshole off and he went running to the inhumane resources director who added it to my list of infractions leading up to ‘two strikes’.

So today there was a response to something I wrote and my first instinct was to write something nasty and snarky but decided not to. I call it progress. Not sure how it would play in Susquehanna but who cares about them anyway?

Lunchtime I opted for a different spot, something by the courthouses in Foley Square. If you’ve ever watched an episode of Lawn hors d’oeuvre you more than likely have seen the setting. It was quiet enough at first as I lit up a lunchtime cigar but soon was surrounded by tourists. And it was noisy.

There is a spot nearby that I generally find myself at for my lunch break and it’s an ominous spot, no one ever goes there. No one but me around 3:00 in the afternoon. But yesterday there were some workers hanging out and the vibe was that much ‘off’. So I went elsewhere and was disappointed.

Tomorrow I will forgo the cigar and just find somewhere else to go. At least that is this evening’s plan for tomorrow afternoon. Anything could happen really. And then again nothing could happen.

A favorite person is leaving the job tomorrow, she’s had enough of the nonsense. She’s younger than me by a few decades, smart, and quite pretty so she will have no problem starting all over again. I’ll miss her and know that she’ll go her way and I’ll go mine.

Being in this modern age, we both have each other’s phone numbers so there’s that. And texting. But I’ve seen this movie before and life goes on, new friendships are made and old friendships fade into the wallpaper. Or not.

I really couldn’t say and all I know is that time will tell. So there!