Funny, now that I have been home the past two days, instead of dictating, I sit and write. I admit getting a bit lazy; I usually dictate into my phone, since I’m not in front of the computer. I’m usually in the city or at work, which is usually the reason for being in the city.

Mike was here once again last night. We had a good talk. Bill came home safe & sound, and he joined whatever conversation or viewing that was going on. After Bill went to bed, Mike and I shot videos. I was up later than expected and had no trouble sleeping.

I woke up this Tuesday morning, the penultimate Tuesday, a few minutes before 9:00 AM. Bill and Mike were both awake and puttering around. Mike was going to leave in the afternoon, but a call from his parole officer had him heading home sooner rather than later, and Bill was taking him in a Zip Car.

They left in a blur, and I wound up slowly starting the 23rd day of December. About an hour after Bill returned, he got a phone call. He’s going to be on the road, leaving this Friday and possibly gone for two weeks. That spent my spirits crashing.

Last night, Mike told me his beloved that he might be flying in next week for New Year’s. That news was dispiriting, and my showing that made Mike start to look for the door. I explained that I needed to eat, and my feelings would likely improve. Mike explained that his beloved procrastinates, and it’s unlikely that he will actually follow through on his travel plans.

I was somewhat reassured, but in the back of my mind, as Jimmy Chile calls ‘the evil Jiminy Cricket’, chirped, but there is always a possibility… that it’s not 100% certain. The return of the superstitious atheist.

With Bill, it of course hit harder. I just folded into myself and was anxious about Bill being away for so long. Yes, I have separation anxiety, but this also concerns his health. Bill, like myself, ain’t gettin’ any younger…

I took an unneeded nap and then walked around Hoboken by myself, the weather a mirror of my emotions, gray with dampened spirits. Bill and I did talk, and his plan changed, as it will. Things are usually set by the time Bill walks out the door. This trip seems to be more complicated, and the balls are up in the air, even when the rubber hits the road.

Bill, with his superpower being travel plans, thrives in this and contacts other drivers about what the itinerary is and picks their brains for what they might know about the excursion. Bill might be here for New Year’s Eve and leave once more on New Year’s Day.

It’s all up in the air. Between now and then, things will likely be changed and or dropped. Mike is scheduled to return tomorrow, then the Garfield expedition. Things are changing. Always.