Break for love

Tuesday, August 5th, 2025, I set up my desk at the office, listening to Rufus Wainwright’s Want One, which I created a playlist that combines Want One with Want Two.

The train was not on fire this morning so I was able to ride into Manhattan without any problems. It is a bit hazy due to the fires out in Saskatchewan, which have traveled to the east coast and is lingering.

I was supposed to get a text from my former William on Saturday with regards to the bicycle ride and meet up on Sunday. He did not send. I did not reach out no harm no foul.
I know I could have reached out to him, but I didn’t and went for my bike ride solo, which was pleasant enough, just about all I can handle.

There was a 3.0 earthquake in Hasbrouck Heights on Saturday night and my sister-in-law just said there was another earthquake about a half an hour away from there.

I am in Manhattan right now and haven’t felt anything, although last year or maybe the year before there was an earthquake when I was working down in Tribeca, which shook the building and caused some people to leave for the day, whereas I stayed at my desk and manned my station.

Just had a camera meeting, which I could not participate fully in because I didn’t have a camera that was functional. I just sat back and watched and texted whatever I needed to say, which wasn’t much at all.

And then I rode the elevator down to the street level only to remember that I forgot my water, so I went back up to get my water to go back down and sit outside smoking my mini cigar and talked to Bill and Mike

It’s like deja vu all over again.

I called Bill and he was at the gym in the middle of a workout so I cut it short and I called up Mike and he was going on about his story and I could barely hear him This is those jackhammers in the distance and a crazy person that was approaching me looking for a cigarette as she saw me smoking a mini cigar.

Another night with an uneasy sleep. I think it may be the mattress that is the problem. We haven’t flipped the mattress in years, and we probably should, but it’s a California king mattress and it’s big and unwieldy.

I’m not as discombobulated as I was yesterday after a night of lousy sleep, so that is a plu,s I suppose? And it’s hazy outside thanks to the fires of Saskatchewan.

Not much else to report. Last night Mike and I had a talk about religion and God and I think Mike is leaning towards agnosticism which could be the influence of me and Bill. It was a deep talk that went on for a while and then when Bill came home Bill and I talked about the talk that Mike and I had. Full circle.

Jet Watley just popped into my head, and I felt sad that Jet never made it past 30 something.
I have to somehow figure out how to curtail my data usage on my phone. I thought I was doing fine, but they keep telling me I’m not, which is not good for me but good for them because they get more money.