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.

Back at work after a night of uneasy sleep which was preceded by several nights of very good sleep.

Saturday morning I woke up, did my usual routine and went to the big supermarket a little bit earlier than usual, got the items I needed and waited for Mike to arrive on the bus and then he sent a text asking if I could provide a Lyft which I did with some reluctance.

Mike arrived and it went well. I hadn’t seen him in over a week and it seemed a lot longer than that. We talked for a bit and then we walked over to the mall to see Superman which we both enjoyed a lot.

Mike had some money and wanted to buy me a present and insisted that I do not object but I was able to side step the gift since I preferred it if he had money he should spend it on himself and not me. The intention was wonderful but it was not to be he bought a few shirts he bought some pants and then we walked back to Hoboken in the Twilight.

Superman was very good. We both were impressed with Rachel Brosnahan’s Lois Lane as well as Krypto the Superdog. The 3D was very good as well.

We hung out and we got home to watch YouTube Superman reviews on TV and awaited Bill’s arrival which was not happening.

Sunday was nice. The weather continued to be perfect somewhat. I did my bicycle ride of about 12.5 miles. Mike sat in the apartment waiting for my arrival which was happening. Bill spent the night at the garage and was not in the best physical shape and did not get much rest.

I saw my neighbors Joe and Ann across the street and Joe was letting me know that a neighbor had died in his bed and was not found for a day or two and Joe seemed very concerned for my well-being which was nice to hear.

I came home after the bike ride showered and soon Mike and I were taking a walk around Hoboken which average stuff to be 4.5 mi. After that I made dinner and Mike took a nap for about 3 hours on the couch. I sat at my computer doing whatever it is I do on my computer.

After that Mike did wake up and that was just as I was winding down I left him on the couch to do whatever he does on the couch.
Mike still has that tooth problem and I guess he’s not going to do anything about it until the pain flares up again worse than it was the previous time. Of course he cannot be told this so it’s a weighted wait and see to see how that goes on. He did have a plan to go to the ER this morning to have it removed but he did not.

The PATH train was suspended this morning due to initial smoke conditions at the Newark Penn station and then turned out to be Newport where there was actually a fire. I had to take the bus and pay for a ticket, which was not needed since New Jersey Transit was honoring the PATH train, and I was an idiot for buying a ticket. I know if I did not buy a ticket, I’d be asked for a ticket, so I bought a ticket and was not asked. The bus was crazy crowded, as was the R train. I got to work 2 minutes after 8:00 a.m.

Hardly anybody in the office, and it is very quiet, but I should not take comfort in that.