Well, I hadn’t posted on this here blog since last week, and it was a pretty good weekend overall …Mike was expected to come over on Friday but was unable to, which was fine, but Saturday filled that hole in the schedule.

He’s leaving tonight- back to his crib and Jersey City. So Friday was just chilling out on a three-day weekend. I actually left work 15 minutes early, which made a slight difference. Bill and I didn’t do much on Friday, just sat around and watched TV, which is what we’re prone to do. Then Mike came over Saturday late morning, early afternoon, and we walked over to the big supermarket while Bill napped.

A good part of the weekend was spent sitting around the TV and talking, Bill telling his tales, Mike listening but not much effort and I say effort because it takes a lot for me to listen because I heard the story is over and over again and I do recommend that he edits but he does not and yes while it drives me up the wall I would sincerely miss it if he wasn’t around to do that drive me up the wall.

Right now, I am wandering down West 12th Street, wondering just where it was that I saw a therapist 37 years ago. I don’t suppose it matters, and I can’t find it, which could be a reason for therapy itself. I’ve decided to take lunch at 1:00 p.m. rather than noon, and it doesn’t matter to my coworkers, so that’s good.

Between you and me…I am presently walking down 10th Street. I remember a hook-up that I once had 20 years ago that went sideways through my own fault, a disappointment for all parties, and a haunting memory for me.

But that was then, and this is now, and here I am. I found the building, and the former resident seems to have been gone for a while. But it was almost 20 years ago, and I could be quite wrong as I sometimes am. I just saw another cigar man walking in the area, so maybe this is an area of haunted cigar men. Does the Quad Cinema still exist? Doesn’t seem like it.

On Sunday, I did about 14 miles, actually 13.75 miles on my bicycle, which was good. I like to start big with my steps, even though on Sunday it’s for cycling.

It’s a lot warmer than I had hoped. I’m sweating a little bit, about to get into the office again, just because there’s nothing else to do. When I type entries for this here blog, everything is more controlled, I have to think and edit and type correctly as I post. But walking around, I am just dictating into the phone, there is no filter, it’s just me talking, which I edit and indent in place into paragraphs when I get home at night.

It’s certainly a lot easier than typing and achieving 500 words at least, easily attained by dictating rather than typing. I’m not rushing to get back to the desk, though. So I’m sitting outside finishing up this small cigar before I head back i,n which is a matter of minutes. So I ordered something online while in a red-eyed state, an item to take the gray out of my goatee. Something that I always thought I’d never do, but last night in a week moment I fell for an advertisement on social media and ordered i,t and mistakenly had a sense to my former place of work, Bratty McGrotty. That meant I would need to contact Rafe Dais.

And I sent him a text letting him know that a package might be arriving for me, and he graciously offered to have it forwarded to my home address, which was nice. He also stated that it was nice to hear from me that I was a good friend, and I agreed that I am a good friend and he was a good friend as well

Right now, in the middle of the afternoon, I can safely say I will never order things off social media again, because I have been checking my account online to make sure everything is still on the up and up. And it seems to be at this moment, so when I receive this actual order, it remains to be seen. Going back inside now only because there’s nothing to do outside, inside, I’m sure there is something for me to do. Now I am sweaty.