Friday afternoon. Another evening, I plan to go to the cigar social. Once again, something prevents Mike from attending, which I am getting used to since I have a good time anyway. Whatever plans I make with Mike, there is always the chance that he will not be able to come with me.

Last week this happened; the time before, that happened. I take comfort in the fact that he will not read this, since if he did, he would more than likely be upset. I am not upset, like I said, I am getting used to it.

On one hand, part of me feels like I should not invite him to anything since he usually can’t make it, and on the other hand, a good friend will always invite someone even when they know the outcome will be a no-show. The whole Eeyore and his friends will always invite Eeyore despite Eeyore being so depressed.

I went through that scenario when working with the primates under Shahabudeena Khan’s impotent watch at Bratty McGrotty. I was depressed and even had a printout of a meme showing Eeyore and his dilemma, which went unnoticed by the primates. Honestly, I would have had better communication with Koko and her sign language skills than the homunculi by the postage machines.

Right now it is 69° and the forecast says it will likely be that way all night. Bill is on the road, and I was hoping for Mike’s company, but things being what they are, I will be flying solo, or at least walking solo. Right now, I am floating above being upset. The guys at the cigar lounge are good enough company, and this being the third visit, I do have my routine in order, travelling from point A to point B.

Laundry has been completed, and I have yet to take a shower, which means the laundry has not been hung out to dry. I suppose I will shower within the hour. Last week’s bus fiasco will probably recur again but this week I am ready for it. I have to figure out what to wear to the cigar lounge; something low cut will be out since I wore something low cut last week. I did wear flats, which did nothing for my bosom .

Mike just phoned with more of his tales of woe. It’s a tale I have heard before and will likely hear again. Waiting for the cable company to show up leaves him under house arrest. I would be content to stay at home but Bill suggested that I do go to the cigar lounge and that is what I will do.

There are places and things I hoped to show Mike and those things aren’t going anywhere as far as I know. They will be there if and when Mike is able to get it together and join me. And sometimes getting it together is not in Mike’s hands, external forces at work I reckon. I’d hate to think it was me, but who knows, really?