Whereas yesterday I dictated directly into JohnOzed.com today on dictating directly onto Google Drive which should help with editing and spell checking later.

I sit on Thomas Street which is even better than Murray Street since even fewer people walk down this narrow avenue between Church and Broadway
I sit and I smoke a cigar and there’s nobody around to complain about it or give me dirty looks not that that ever happens but you know that’s what they’re thinking…

So yesterday’s method I posted over 700 words and it wasn’t as bad as it usually is when I talk hahaha typing afforded me some separation but this is straight into the beast.

Today feels autumnal and it’s a time of season that I’m not particularly happy about but I really have no say in the matter.

I saw Sean Marruy this morning as I was walking to the train. Sean is someone that I graduated from high school with 44 years ago and I have not spoken to him in 44 years despite seeing him several times and occasionally being mere inches away from him I make no connection whatsoever and I don’t think I register on his radar either.

I don’t know whether or not Sean is a good guy or what but he is a realtor which is questionable even though I know some realtors that are really good good people I can’t say whether or not Sean is though.

Shlomo is in Manitoba until Monday and no one’s doing work on their end because there’s nobody to tell them to go to work.

Bill comments that when he meets me at the train after work and that time is used so I can decompress and get all the bad stuff from work off my chest by the time I get home…but I’m not really myself until after I have eaten then I become normal once again.

Bill also has recognized that he is a day person whereas I am a night person he is up and thriving during the day whereas I am dragging my butt around and then nighttime comes in I’m okay. there are more hours for him in the day than there are for me at night. I’m not sure if that makes sense but there you have it…

Is it possible that I am getting very tired of Tribeca?

So it’s the laughter we will remember whenever we remember the way we were.
Let’s face it I’m writing this for myself anyone else finds it that’s great if they like it that’s even better but if they don’t I’m writing this for myself.

One two buckle my shoe
3 4 closed the door
5 6 pick-up sticks
7 8 Liam Street
9 10 start again

This is an edited post that I didn’t intend to edit. But it seems that I did. There was a bitterness which when I was reading I decided to put it aside for the time when I will be standing on the corner screaming my screed. Wouldn’t it be ironic if that ever happened and here I am writing
About it…forecasting…oooh!

Anyhow, I think I will use the dictation when in a pinch or whatever. I do enjoy the engagement of my fingers, hunting and pecking on an oily keyboard. There’s also a whole mishegas with regards to writing(?) on my phone and having to jump through a few hoops to get it to my desktop.

Now where did I put my abacus?