I just saw a man who looked like Arif Mardin talking to a man who looked like Jack Warden.

A day late and a dollar short.

Didn’t dictate it, did not write yesterday, thought about writing last night, but was not motivated enough

And here I am a day later. An attempt, I suppose. I’m not a slave to what I used to do, write every day 500 words, now I write when I want to, and I didn’t want to yesterday, although I should have, I didn’t.

I’m in an elevator running down, and it smells like perfume

Out on the street near the spot where I sit, but not sitting, standing. Bill was upstate New York on Monday, came back on Tuesday, and today, which is Wednesday, he is working, which is good. And he’s close to home in Carlstadt, New Jersey, at least that’s where he started from this morning.

I had chicken for lunch, which was good. First time for the restaurant, and I ordered online and they wanted me to tip, but I didn’t feel good tipping about it, something I haven’t had yet yea,h that rare moment of reason popped into my head.

I have an appointment at 3:30 to discuss something with a coworker named David. He’s going to Paris next week, and I need to cover for him while sitting at my desk half a mile away. Funny thing is, I’m usually apprehensive and anxious about these types of things but today I’m feeling like “hell, it’s no problem, I can do this”.

I did ask him to send me a schedule of things that might be delivered or arriving while he’s away, and he said that he would, so I’m sure we’ll discuss that.

I also spoke to the corporation or sent an email to the corporation that placed me at the fruit stand, asking them if holidays or what they call PTO in the biz, and be carried over to the next year, and I’m specifically thinking of one day next year, which would be January 2nd. I had to tell them that just in case they’re like no no no no.

Mike, who’s doing well financially, has been going crazy buying clothes right and left. I’ve been buying them and he’s been reimbursing me since his internet access is somewhat limited and his neighborhood is less than desirable for package deliveries, whereas mine is just fine.

He loves Psalm 23 and has it on his jerseys for the Dallas Cowboys and the New York Knicks, and he just put a leather jacket or a varsity jacket with leather sleeves, which seems sketchy, but we’ll find out, I suppose.

When he was over the weekend, I suggested that he buy a laptop, which is just as expensive as some of these items that he is buying. He is a skilled poet, and I do believe when he says he’s a very good playwright. He wrote what he wrote when he was incarcerated and put it on for his fellow incarcerated and some church folk. It seemed to go over well, and I explained that he should put it down on paper or at least digitally, so I’ll have it to work with and get moving. Also, to improve his typing skills, which are currently hunting and pecking.

It could only help in the work he does now, or a promotional opportunity should that arise at his present position.

Bill and I have discussed with Mike getting an affordable laptop. He does not need a printer and scanner at this moment, but an external hard drive could be a good thing for him

I had been using melatonin for the past couple of years, and when I did see a doctor a few years ago for a physical, he said I shouldn’t take it, and I just shrugged it off. I continued to use it. But yesterday I saw that melatonin use can lead to heart problems, and that was enough to get me to stop. So I stopped last night and still slept well. There are three other things that I do to go to sleep, and they seem to have done the job quite well. Technically, four things…

The job of this here blog or the discipline for this here blog was to write at least 500 words, and I believe in the past 20 minutes or so, I have surpassed 600 words. Actually, 700 words more or less.

Yesterday the temps dropped to the 30s, today or in the upper 40s, still a bit cold and damn but manageable as I sit outside now rather than stand where I usually do.

A co-worker mentioned that the weather is moody, which is an apt description.

Cut and Paste job
That Self review

Things have improved greatly from April 21 to now. I was a bit apprehensive all those months ago, but I work with quite a supportive team that I get along with famously. I spend one day every two weeks at the main headquarters, where, despite my initial misgivings,it is working out fine.

I do prefer the usual location of NYC01, but being with the people that I was trained by is a good thing indeed at NYC14.

The fruit stand job is ongoing and always busy. I work mostly online, as well as dealing with and assisting various artists visiting the studio. That is something I had done before and had done it quite well back then; I am happy to be able to do the same years later. I look forward to continuing to do so going forward.

I try not to neglect my CBRE duties and requests. Sometimes I can do both, but I am occasionally hamstrung by time constraints, in at 8 AM, out by 5 PM.
Last week, there was an artist with an entourage that I had to walk away from since my shift had been completed for the day.

The artist assistant handled it well, though I was willing to carry on by their side, it was time for me to head out for the day. I was willing to stay those extra minutes, but it would need to be approved in advance if I wanted to get paid for it.

One doesn’t know how the artist visit will turn out or for how long until the moment arises, making asking in advance for the opportunity to stay a little bit later an unknown proposition.

Generally, the artists have been good and easy to interact with. There were a few where it was not to be, but that is somewhat expected and is dealt with accordingly. They are all supported and assisted nonetheless, but if they are pleasant, it makes all the difference in the world for all parties.

1:11 p.m., rainy afternoon underneath the scaffold across the street from my office. Smoking a Romeo a Julieta mini cigar, which a passerby just commented upon with favorable words.
It is cold and damp, and supposed to be even colder tonight, which I will be prepared for at least apparel-wise

Bill is visiting friends in Poughkeepsie today and won’t be back until tomorrow, meaning I will be home alone tonight, no Bill, no Mike, just me.

There is the intention to go to bed early, so I’m looking at 10:00 p.m., so anything is possible. I do intend on having radio silence at that time.
Today in the office, Yancy has on his calendar and he will be visiting my office from 2:30 until 5:00 p.m., which I’d rather not, but I have no say in the matter, so I have to sit back and let it happen.

I was scheduled last week to go to the main fruit stands on Wednesday, and then on Friday was told I would not be doing that, and today, Marcus said I will be. Unless I get it in writing or hear it directly from Yancey, I have no idea where I will be on Wednesday.

Where is last week was three or four very nice days, today is the opposite of that, and like I said, the temperatures will drop down tonight

I had a good time with Mike over the weekend; it was very pleasant and enjoyable. Bill came home last night, which was very pleasant and enjoyable. Mike and I watched Frankenstein, which was very, very good

No Bulbs
On Friday, as I was getting ready for work put a drop of THC in my coffee. Then I took a hit from a vape that I had purchased at housing work last week. It was an experiment that will most likely not be repeated again since it was made on the day crawl.

When I got home, I was very, very tired. I was awake enough to do my laundry, and when Mike showed up, I did his laundry.

Bill hated the fact that I had been doing laundry for Mike. It meant nothing to me, it’s just a few extra clothes in the washer, but now Mike pays for the service, and Bill seems to have changed his mind somewhat.

After the laundry, Mike and I watched Frankenstein, and soon after that, I went to bed, where I slept quite soundly. I ignored the alarms when they went off in the morning, and I slept past my usual time to wake up.

As I stood outside underneath the scaffold, something my mini cigar the Fall popped into my head, specifically their song No Bulbs. And that is what is currently playing as I dictate these notes into the phone to be edited there when I get home.

I went to the bibliothèque yesterday and picked up a book about The Cars called Let the Stories Be Told. It looks good, an entertaining read. Once again, I forgot the name of a woman I had been speaking to for the past 15 years.

Her name is Deborah, and I called her Diane, and she called me out on it. I am determined to make an effort to remember her name. I blamed my forgetfulness on smoking too much weed.

Yeah, right.