Jungle Love by Steve Miller Band
Chim chim cheree from Mary Poppins
2 songs in my head this morning.

NYC 14. Midtown, across from the Garden. A homeless guy who used to be a hassle in Tribeca was spotted by me on 31st Street. He was across from the homeless kitchen and focused on that, and chanting. He did not see me as I quickened my pace, not wanting any sense of remembrance.

On my way in this morning, I remembered everything except for my bottle of water. I went to J&M at 3rd and Garden.

I came into the fruit stand and was greeted with a hug from Janice.
I just told Marcus to stop throwing his nuts at me.
He was eating peanuts while also visiting this particular fruit stand. It shut him down.

This office space was where I initially started with the fruit stand. I much prefer the fruit stand downtown. Not that I have any say in the matter.

I am working alongside Kimberley, which is a good thing. She’s a 25-year-old sweetheart. Very pretty and clever, Kimberley is.

Being at a different fruit stand, I was not able to stretch out like I usually do. Adaptation was in order. Not that it mattered much. Any apprehension I might have had the past couple of weeks had fallen by the wayside, seeing how things are done with the fruit pickers around me showed me that the way I’ve been doing things was the same way they mostly have been doing things.

Right now, I am pretty much tired. I feel like I could go to sleep right now, but Bill mentioned that if I did, I would likely wake up at 2 AM, and that would not be good for anyone. I have been sleeping well the past couple of nights, not taking any chances. We’ve been running the air conditioner, which may or may not have had a positive effect on my slumber. This weekend we’ll see how that theory holds up.

Being at a different fruit stand, I could not work on this entry like I’ve been doing lately. In fact, I am presently typing these words. It’s just as well since dictating into the phone has been hit or miss, since the phone’s mic seems to work when it wants to, not when I want it to.

It seems my typing has fallen off somewhat today, or at least right now. It was sketchy at work as well, but not like now. I’m more relaxed than I was earlier, and Grammarly keeps its watchful eye on each keystroke.

I am inching toward the 500-word discipline, and it’s an uphill slog. But I persevere, and with each stroke of the keys, I am closer to attaining that goal.

So many political campaign ads are running and will continue to run for the next month. So much negativity, though Bill and I are firmly in the blue camp and thankful we are not in the New York City district, just across the river, where the New Jersey gubernatorial campaign leaves a lot to be desired.