Monday, July 21st, 2025, on my lunch break once again in my usual spot.

All in all, it was a good weekend, except Friday and Saturday. I did not sleep well and woke up in no mood. Mike had never really seen that before. Bill knew it or recognized the mood. I was not communicative at all. Mike and I went to ShopRite for grocery shopping, with me not saying much at all. I came home, and Bill was out. I took a 90-minute nap, which gave me the six or seven hours of sleep that I needed before, and I woke up feeling human once again, much to Mike’s relief.

And we hung out, did some things, and I wound up making dinner. Then, going for a nice walk, we took the elevator up to Congress Street from 9th Street in Hoboken and then walked down the viaduct, which Mike had never walked before. Then over to 14th Street Pier and then a walk back home. Overall, Mike and I walked 8 miles that day, that Saturday.

Saturday night, we didn’t do much of anything, just listened to music and talked, actually, which was pretty good. Michael enjoyed it and I enjoyed it. Bill came home later than expected, at which point I was asleep and Mike was asleep. I was in bed. Mike was on the couch.

The next day was Sunday. I did my bike ride about 14 miles with Liberty State Park in full effect. And most people were well behaved. After my break, visiting the tree at the halfway point, I was feeling quite nice, quite mellow thanks to the herb, and then the rest of the ride had me complimenting people and being supportive up to a point.

I was home earlier than usual because I started earlier than usual. Helped Mike out with some photography which was very good he took some pictures of me and it was all satisfactory.

After that, we watched a few episodes of Daredevil, which were a lot darker than I remembered if I had seen them before, and last night I was not sure whether or not I had seen them before.

Mike and I left at the same time this morning. He was going back to his crib and me going off to work Bill stayed home.

And work is not bad I’m still enjoying the place that I work at today we have a musician that Mike has heard of and I had heard of. But Mike really knows who he is whereas I just know the name couldn’t identify this song and I’m reluctant to post his name here should anyone do a search for exam in this pops up why would I do that?

It’s another beautiful day, quite like Friday, sunny, warm no humidity. Walking to work in this beautiful morning, it does bring forth feelings of happiness and perhaps joy There’s also the warning attached that “hey, remember that other beautiful morning 24 years ago?”

I mentioned that to Jimmy chili today, and he agreed that it was a beautiful morning, so not what they used to be because of what happened 24 years ago.

Talking Heads stay hungry
Compliments galore dispensed by me

Friday, July 18th. 76 degrees. No Internet at work. No Wi-Fi which means no phones, no access to requests. I came in to find security wandering around telling me that the security cameras were down.

In order to save data, I am holding off from using my phone though I am using my phone to write this…

I was just thinking about Lick Nattanzio and trying to remember if there was some underhanded dealings that ol’ Lick was affiliated with. Thinking about Lick was from listening to Beginnings by Chicago. Con Jarroll considered them a favorite band and being the snot nosed punk I was (and still am) I would rib him mercilessly about his musical tastes. I am still indifferent to the music of Chicago but do appreciate a handful of their songs.

Con and Lick got along well. I was the odd man out which was a position I would eventually get used to, though 47 years ago it stung a little. Con and Lick could recite Odd Couple skits and they were not interested in my take regarding Plastic Bertrand and Ca Plane Pour Moi.

I had a good call with my brother Brian last night, almost an hour on a range of subjects. HBJ was mentioned since we both worked there albeit at different times.

There is an Asian gentleman sitting a few feet away from me whose live streaming and I seem to be part of his live stream so he’s part of this here blog.

I just had a half an hour meeting with my supervisor, the woman who makes the decisions on how I live my life for the past 3 months. It went well. I didn’t say anything but I did look good on the webcam.

I wrote down the elevator singing I’ll go crazy by James Brown earlier. I was at my desk singing “Skyy Can You Feel Me” by Raphael Saadiq. I am in a good mood, and why not? It is a Friday.
Mike is at my crib. Bill is on the upper west side getting ready for a play, rehearsal they call it and I am outside my building smoking a mini cigar.

I did have a plan to have halal food for lunch but I’ve just been snacking all morning and I’m not really hungry. I am eating just to pass the time, not for hunger so that’s that.

I got to the office this morning and there were two security people there. I asked someone what was going on and they said the security cameras were not working. So that was weird. It should not have any effect, and allowed me to do my job or so I thought without the watchful eye of Big brother.

But as luck would have it there was no internet either so I could not do my job so I sat and read a book at my desk which was fine because I only get a few minutes to read it and the book is picking up. For the past couple of days I thought it was quite dry but it seems to be picking up because I know of the players that are being written about.
I just had a nice phone call with Jimmy Chile; he’s such a good guy, and I made him laugh, which made me smile.

It is actually a gorgeous July 18th. The weather is just fine, not too hot, with a nice breeze, no humidity, which makes me cock an eyebrow.