It is Wednesday, May 14th, 2025. I did the right thing last night. I was in bed by 9:30, asleep by about 9:45. Mike was over again. Bill stayed up with him while I went to bed, and I am so glad I went to bed so early I needed that sleep because the night before was not so good.

You see, the night before was the anniversary of my mother’s passing, which was 34 years ago. I posted a few songs that my mother liked and songs that reminded me of my mother on Facebook, but as I was going to sleep, those songs were on an endless loop the night before, and it didn’t help my situation at all. Plus, the words that I had with Mike put me in a cycle of revenge in my head, not that I did anything, but I was plotting my next move should it need to occur.

Right now, I am at work reading Amy Rigby’s blog in between fulfilling requests that come across my computer screen. An interesting thing happened on my commute this morning. I was a minute or two later than usual this morning, but it didn’t really matter. On the platform at the PATH train, I positioned myself and nabbed a seat.

There was a jostling in the car I was in, and the doors on each side remained open. I figured that this train wasn’t going anywhere as another 33rd Street train station pulled into the station. I took a chance and got up and crossed the platform to the empty car. I took a seat, and about a minute later, it was announced the former train I was on was out of service, making everyone on that train to shuffle across and fill the empty car that I sat in.

I attribute my awareness to the good night’s sleep I had the night before. It’s another dreary day. Gray, white clouds fill the sky with falling rain. It definitely slows down the time throughout the day. An abbreviated gathering of steps might be in order for my lunchtime stroll.

I just thought of the hairy-backed beast Solly Mavant. Bill actually mentioned them the other day, while discussing twits that have moved to flood-prone areas, of which Solly Mavant was one. Solly had actually gone on record to state that they were afraid that I would physically assault them, as if I wanted some infection to coat my hands.

There is simply not enough penicillin in the world to deal with the bacterium known as Solly Mavant. I did see the hairy-backed beast in the really big supermarket when it was still sliming up Hoboken, and it was quite disconcerting. They shuffled back to the West Coast after realizing that no one really liked them on the East Coast and that their life with a paternal figure would suit them better. Enough of that trash.

I found out yesterday that there will be no half day on Friday before a Federal holiday on Monday. I was slightly distressed by this, but in hindsight, I’m getting paid a decent amount to not really care. Plus, I’m under contract and working at another company, so who knows how that stands?
I was looking on LinkedIn at some former coworkers pages and then I saw a bagel and thought how nice it was back in the day with the company which spring for a nice assortment of bagels and other fruits etc and that isn’t really done these days, then I realize I’m making enough money to buy my own bagels and I don’t need the company to do it for me.

Walking around on lunch time gathering my steps…just saw Steve Buscemi on the street. Once again this entry was dictated and not typed; forgive all errors, grammatical, spelling, and other.
Currently watching spirit-disturbing videos of the company I am contracted to. Do people aspire to middle management? I suppose so. Not everyone is creative, and someone would have to handle the paperwork and bureaucracy.

I like the company I am working at. The company I am working for is based in the UK. I am watching videos on safety for what seems to be warehouse work.

Familiarity breeds contempt, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. Last night was an uneasy time had an argument with Mike. I came home from work. I was in a good mood as I settled in. There were various things that I had to do, like make dinner, put things away, and move things around, and it got on my nerves, and my mood swung from happiness to frustration.

Mike couldn’t understand it and took offense. I have the news on the television, which did not help matters since it’s almost always bad news, and when I looked at Mike, he was sitting on the couch with his headphones on as I made dinner so I turned off the news with 3 minutes to go was going to put on music. Mike is always drawn to his phone. He’ll ask for something to watch on television, and we’ll put it on, but minutes later, he’ll sit there looking at his phone with his headphones on.

But his headphones are not on fully, he exposes one ear so he can hear external audio, but I was going to play music as I set about making dinner. And escalated rather quickly from there. He was so upset and was going to leave, and I talked him into staying. We had to talk afterwards whether or not it was good, which it may be for him it didn’t seem like that for me.

Perhaps I’m not accommodating enough for the guest who’s been staying in our apartment. I explained to him to speak to Bill about how I am sometimes not, and I’ve been spacing out until I eat, but he didn’t know that; it just did not go well.

When Bill came home things started to change and I thought it did but when I went to bed all I can think about was the argument I had with Mike and after 3 hours of tossing and turning I may have to actually got to sleep but it wasn’t a restful sleep and it wasn’t a deep sleep it felt more like I was laying there with my eyes closed. And Mike considers it hypocritical for me to sit in front of the computer screen with the TV on and complain about Mike living forward looking at his phone with his headphones half on his head.

Perhaps it is. Bill and I love Mike and welcome his company. Mike says he appreciates us, appreciates me making dinner or even buying dinner or even buying groceries but I suppose he expects us to behave in a certain way which after 25 years together Bill and I are reluctant to do so since we are ourselves and have been doing this with no problem for at least 23 years.

Mike states that he loves coming over and relaxing and interacting with us, but how long and how far should I bend over to make him happy, and at what cost to myself? There are things Bill does that drives me crazy and sometimes pisses me off and then I take a step back I catch my breath and realize that there are things that I do that piss Bill off and drives him crazy.

Funnily enough, Bill seems to be the intermediary in this situation. I explained to Mike last night that Bill knows once I eat dinner, I am generally a better person but last night Mike wasn’t going to allow that to happen so I stood in my juices which did not really make it for a good state of mind.

Once again, this has been dictated into my phone with no typing. Please excuse all errors, grammatical and otherwise.

It is now lunch time…I have gathered my steps walking down 5th Avenue to 12th Street, past the Strand bookstore, by the Cinema Village theater, past where Farfetched used to be, and over to 3rd Avenue where I walked up to 17th Street through Union Square, and now I sit at 5th and 16th Street.

And has not been an easy day and I it should be that to the lack of sleep that I got last night a few tasks were thrown at me I didn’t quite comprehend and it seems that these tasks were out of the ordinary and left to me to figure out and I asked questions and the person I asked took care of it instead.

Right now, the plan is to go home, eat something, and probably go to bed. I am unsure if Mike is going to be around. He did say something about working late until 9:00 p.m. He still has his stuff in the apartment, so more than likely he will have to show up. Oh, the problems of my heart and my head…