Monday afternoon, October 27th. In my Google Drive are notes from my supervisor, Yancey, and notes from my counselor in Seattle. I saved them both there for some reason; I do not know why.

It was a strange weekend overall, melancholy on the border of depression didn’t cross over the border, though, so that was a good thing.

I did go out for a bit yesterday and was intending to see a photo exhibition. I got there at 10 minutes too early before it opened and was much to impatient to sit around and wait since I was by myself, so I wandered around, ran some errands, and wound up back home not doing anything.

The recording of my dictation leaves a lot to be desired, and how it interprets what I say, unless I correct it immediately, hours from now, I will have no idea what it was I was trying to say.

Bill is on the road for the next couple of days. Mike might come over tonight, well, until he actually shows up it could be fun, it could be a nightmare, he’s a Gemini, so one never knows what one’s going to get.

And like I wrote the other day, I was surprised to find out that I still loved him, and seeing the pictures of him and his beloved was an awakening that I thought was sleeping somewhat dormant.

I have a good job, a job at lots of other people would love to have, and I have it. They tell me I’m doing a good job, and all I can do is believe them. I try not to question their beliefs because it doesn’t make me look good at all while they are making me look good.

It makes getting up in the morning not much easier since it’s not a high-pressure job; in fact, the only pressure I have is what I put upon myself.

Marcus had just walked by my desk a few minutes before, and a good mood, even though he said he was not in a good mood; he was smiling and asking me what I had done to myself, did I get a haircut, did I trim my beard, did I get Botox. No to all of his questions, I didn’t do anything I did trim my mustache a little bit last night, but he’s not going to notice that.

Of course, the first thing that happens when I wake up is my desire to continue to sleep, but today the desire was to call in sick, which is not going to happen.

I did find out that the fruit stand is closed Thanksgiving week, and I also found out that I am off Thursday and Friday of that week and will probably have to come in Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and do whatever assignments the fruit stand might have for me.

I have no problem really with that, Jimmy Chile should be in, so if I can spend time with him all the better. .

Rachel Dolezal just popped into my head after I saw a woman who sort of resembled her.
I still do not like the autumn.

Time is moving slowly.