Saturday night. Rainy day. No bike riding. Not much walking around. Supermarket jaunt and that was about it. The type of weather, where even if you had an umbrella you would get wet since the air was mostly mist, a lot of mist.

Bill was off on the road again though he will return tomorrow and we can spend the day together. The Hoboken Art & Music Fair is scheduled but the rain might be a tiny bit better than today. They also have a rain date scheduled for next Sunday should they have to do that.

I just got off the phone with Bill. He’s out somewhere in the wilds of New Jersey. He expects to be home in the early morning, meaning 1 or 2 AM. I will be sleeping I hope. That has been fleeting lately. A full restful sleep.

I am tempted to take an Ibuprofen PM which will definitely put me under but I am wary, plus I was planning to do that on Sunday night so I can get a good night’s sleep before having to go to work on Monday. A fresh hell surely awaits to paraphrase Dorothy Parker.

It’s been a boring day overall. Not much on TV and I can usually find something. But it was slim pickings today. Something funny that requires little attention. The layout here is my desktop computer is to my right, and the television is to my left, putting me in the middle.

The computer commands my attention and the television is mainly auditory. If Bill was here and something was on TV that we were both ‘watching’, Bill would ask ‘Did I see that? You should go back to catch it’ and that is what I usually do. Since he’s not here there is nothing to suggest turning my head just a few inches to my left.

We have a few streaming services, including Tubi which I downloaded to watch Maggie Smith in California Suite. We have Hoopla, Kanopy, Disney, Max, Amazon, Hulu, Roku, and the granddaddy of them all, Netflix. We also have Crackle which we got to watch the Weird Al Yankovic biopic which was hilarious.

We have a PBS app but I’m not sure if that works anymore. And then there’s cable TV. So much to watch and there’s nothing on is the adage or words to that effect.

Now I’ve been watching Kenya Barris’ Black-ish for a few hours, or rather listening to Kenya Barris’ Black-ish for a few hours. Nothing on. Not even the Six O’clock News at Six O’clock. Friggin’ golf was on instead.

I am not into sports.

In the Nineties I liked the NY Knicks, since I was hanging out with a group that liked the Knicks and the Knicks were impressive then. Ewing, Oakley, Starks, and my favorite Anthony Mason. They made it to the playoffs but Reggie Miller or Michael Jordan stopped that. That’s my sports writing.
I could tell you about my summer league baseball story from the 1970s but that would be a whole ‘nother story for a whole ‘nother time.