Well, it is October 13th, a Monday, and indigenous peoples’ Day, AKA Columbus Day. There was a time when I’d have off on Columbus Day, but those times are gone. A nor’easter was scheduled or predicted, or forecast, but I don’t think it’s actually arrived, at least not here.

Down the shore, coastal towns might be inundated, but in Hoboken / Manhattan, it’s not so bad; it’s just wet. And we needed the water since we’re in the middle of a drought. Who knows if the drought will be alleviated?
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I’m dictating and not typing. I am at work and hardly anyone is in. Hardly anyone was on the PATH train this morning. There are generally fewer people on Mondays and even less on Fridays, leaving Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to be somewhat crowded. But like I said, there are a few people this morning on the path train.

I sit at my desk listening to Brian Eno, and I was listening to Michael Kiwanuka earlier.
I’ve been here for about two and a half hours, and those two and a half hours have been very long. This weather does lend itself to sleep, making waking up this morning a little bit difficult. But I did sleep well.

I was going to go over to Mike’s this weekend on Saturday, since Sunday was anticipated to be a weather disaster. And then Mike flipped the script and said he was coming over to Hoboken just so he could get out of his apartment. And then Mike flipped the script again and declared that he had to work even though there was nothing scheduled for the evening it was all done in the afternoon.

To me, that Michael had a playdate with someone and didn’t want to tell me, and I’m pretty sure that’s what he did. I do think he’s a sex addict, and I do think he almost had me hooked once again after all these years.

Despite all his street smarts, he is a bit naive and childlike in so many ways, and I would hate to think someone would take advantage of him, although it seems that he does want to be taken advantage of. And that is why whatever we had did not work because I did not want to take advantage of him.

It’s a grey, damp day with a grayish white sky.

Diane Keaton passed away over the weekend. That was sad. My sister and I used to go see Woody Allen are back in the day at the Century Theater in Paramus. We saw Sleeper, Love and Death, Annie Hall, Interiors and Manhattan. It was a yearly thing since Woody released one new movie a year back in the day. So she was a part of my growing up, one of those actors who, because you like them so much, you would see them in just about anything that they put out.

According to the news reports, it was very sudden, not many people knew, and I certainly did not. So raise a glass to Diane Keaton, a one of a kind ladida la di da.

Listening to a lot of Brian Eno today, specifically the box set of instrumentals that was given to me by Rae Guay back in the day, before I even met her. I’ve explained what happened between me and her. She thought I was smarter than I actually was, and I set up to disprove her, and I am writing about her 20 years later, no contact whatsoever.