The weekend was pleasant. Mike was on his best behavior, and Bill and I are used to him staring at his phone rather than interacting. Bill and I discussed that last night, and I mentioned that Bill and I are the ones who are out of step with everyone else since we’re not always staring at our phones ( though Bill does play games on his phone or iPad quite a bit )

It would be fair to mention that I am on my computer a lot, which Mike had called me out on weeks ago. My hypocrisy exposed. So there were parts of the weekend when I was paranoid about the repercussions from my joke last Thursday morning. I’m still not beyond it, but I’m not as paranoid as I was.

The man who was hired after me is taking yet another sick day, and how that goes over, I couldn’t say, but I do come in every day, generally early.

They are updating the time clock online for a Seattle-based organization. Whereas I used to fill out a timesheet on Thursdays, now I have to clock in and out every time morning, at lunch, returning from lunch, and at the end of the day. There goes the shaving of a few minutes to leave early, so it’s not the end of the world, it’s not even a setback.

It’s like that Seattle organization and the fruit stand are competing with who can be more of a nuisance to their employers or contractors. Today, the Seattle organization has the lead.

Bill was up and out crazy early this morning, and also phoned me around 3:30 accidentally, and of course, it will be up, and I tried calling him back five times, each time getting his voicemail. My uninterrupted sleep was interrupted.

I watched a documentary on Motown one and a half times. The first time, I got halfway into it and then decided to start at the beginning. It was okay, nothing too nitty-gritty since it was featuring Berry Gordy and Smokey Robinson, so it’s mainly all feel good.

So the fruit stand will be closed the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday before Thanksgiving, but since I work at the fruit stand and not for the food stand, I will have to come in. Yancy has just informed me that I will more than likely have to do one of those days at the Midtown location, so I’d better get some calamine lotion as soon as possible.

I am now at my desk, listening to Nina Simone, watching the time pass so slowly.
Both Bill and Mike mentioned that what I put out there is what I get back, and I’ve heard that numerous times throughout my life and decided to apply it.

So this morning I was playing the first Sounds of Blackness album, specifically the song Optimistic, and Marcus walked by when I was playing it, and probably left him scratching his head, wondering what the hell is going on with me? I followed that with Pastor T.L.Barrett and his Like a Ship LP. I first heard that amazing song watching The Man Who Fell to Earth on Showtime, the series, not the Bowie movie. I believe I have a few copies of the Bowie movie, but I bought the whole series so I can enjoy it once more. And I might do just that tonight.

It is lunch time, Small cigar time.

There is a presence in the air that seems like it’s about to rain, a certain humidity, I suppose.
I just called Bill. I just called Mike, and both of them gave me the brush off. Mike was lying down Bill was eating lunch.

Bill has remarked that I am a night person, whereas he is a daytime person. I believe it to be true. I do generally feel better when it’s nighttime time even though I’d like to be a daytime person. There is a conflict daytime person who works better at night. I suppose I could be me.
Jimmy Chile and I discussed my situation regarding my paranoia.

The joke was best forgotten, and yet I carried the weight of it throughout the weekend; not steadily but occasionally it would pop up, usually when I was alone. He has convinced me that things are okay, I have nothing to worry about, and I’d love to believe him, and so I shall.
But basically, whatever happens happens.

Essentials: fear of God. Vogue: fear of God.
Seems to be a clothing line called Fear of God, which sounds like an awful God to worship. You’re worshiping out of fear doesn’t seem like a good God. Wouldn’t you rather have a God to worship that you’re comfortable with and not afraid of?

I just bought a flat cap for Mike from a hat seller on 5th avenue named Raheem