As luck would have it.

Tuesday, August 26th, 2025. I believe my sister has made it to Europe or is at least on her way with her husband; I haven’t heard anything otherwise.

It’s a Tuesday day two of a four-day work week, which means it’s going exceedingly slow. I am probably going to have halal food for lunch, which means I should probably go out and get some right now and then work through it.

Mike starts his new job today, 11:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. That is what he signed up for, that is what he seems to be prepared for. I hope he works it.

It’s a beautiful summer day, although I’m inside looking at the outside blue sky. Last night, Bill and I watched about 2 hours of John Oliver, or close to it at least. We enjoyed it greatly, and he went to bed. I spoke to Mike on the phone, who asked how I was sleeping lately, and I was hesitant to say anything for fear that my sleep would be altered by fate, and sure enough, that seems to have happened. I did not sleep as well as I had wanted to; perhaps tonight will be better. I did go to sleep about half an hour later than I have been, so it could all be my fault, not necessarily the fault of fate.

I finally finished the book The Secret Public by Jon Savage. As usual, it was very good since Jon Savage is a very good writer, erudite in the best sense. Now I am reading Talking Heads at the New York Scene That Transformed Rock by Jonathan Gould. I heard about it on the Rocks Back Pages podcast, and I didn’t actually finish that, but it seems to be okay for now. Talking Heads was quite one of the top bands in my life back in the day, and perhaps they still are somehow.

I have only met David Byrne, though I do recall meeting Jerry Harrison once, and he showed up at Maxwell’s, and I sort of pigeonholed him into trying to get me a job with Gary Kurfirst, who happens to be the manager of Talking Heads. Needless to say, nothing came of it. So brazen was I in my younger days…

Why do 4-day work weeks seem to take twice as long to get through? So I’m going to head out in a few minutes and get some halal food in the corner of University and 14th Street. I did it last week, and it’s quite good for less than $10. I do hope it was chicken though, hahaha. And it was $10 today.

For me, Andy Warhol haunts this area since two of his factories were on Union Square, he used to get sandwiches at a place that no longer exists called Brownies I still feel his presence, although it could be gas.

Not much else to report, I’m heading out in a few and coming back in a few. Looking to get my food, I saw a nanny interacting with a child in their charge. The child had a wonderful smile on his face, and then maybe think of all the times parents just walked down the street with their kids looking at their phones and ignoring their children, oh what a nightmare this will be…