Today was a better day than yesterday even though I was awoken about an hour earlier than I would have liked and then there was some tossing & turning in a vain attempt to get back to the level of sleep I had been in.

Yesterday was stressful and Bill noticed. He was concerned enough to kiss me awake as he was heading out to tell me he loved me so much. I returned the kiss, telling him to have a good day and to break a leg as this was an acting thing he had going on.

I was back on the pillow when he returned a moment later, trying not to be obtrusive with his smartphone flashlight, looking for something that may have fallen out of his pocket as he was leaning over to kiss me. He was on a tight schedule so he had to give up the search.

I found what he was looking for after he left, finding it in my right armpit. I got up and took a photo of it and sent it to him. He thanked me and told me to go back to bed, which I did but was not really able to get back to sleep.

I headed to work, got my bagel, and was a little bit early for the Path train which was fine. A woman and I both sat in the double seat at the same time. She looked at her phone while I read the latest issue of Mojo with Bob Dylan from 1974 on the cover. She left the train at Exchange Place and I carried onto the Oculus.

I was in before quite a few people in the office and I saw my supervisor’s supervisor was not in which was a good sign that they would not be in today. Perhaps they were working from home but out of sight, out of mind. And I had a lot of work to do which I had completed by early afternoon.

My break was nice too. I had a good cigar, my spot on Thomas Street was available and there were no crazy people staring at me from three feet away. It was only 2 hours from departure time today and that was filled nicely.

I did my usual mumbo jumbo before I left, cleaning off my desk, and making sure the copier that I will use in the morning is filled. Then the elevator. Not an express ride, the elevator stopped at another floor where a young woman I get along with got in.

She was with Marcos Ferdinand, an obese staffer in the office, who resides in a large walk-in closet. Marcos will not ride the elevator with me which I think is fine. Who needs to ride a lift with an obese, closeted former nurse? Not me.

I explained to the young woman that I am poison to Marcos Ferdinand, someone who married and had a kid just to prove to everyone that he was not a homosexual. I wouldn’t call them gay, not even queer. Homosexual seems to be the word and if the tiara fits, better wear it in the closet.

After the young woman got out, 4 Russians got on the elevator, taking to themselves, “Da da da”. At the ground floor, they just stood there and I had to say, ‘Come on, let’s go!’ Which they did.