Tuesday, December 9th, 2025, when I woke up, it was 17°. When I left the apartment, it was 17 degrees; now it is 26°.

Bill is on the road. He sent me his itinerary, which I got last night, and it doesn’t seem to be in effect. I don’t know why, but here we are.

So Mike had called up earlier in the night and it was good but me and Bill were in the middle of something so I told him I’d call him back, and after Bill went to bed, I called him bac,k and he said, “I want to talk to you about something,” which generally does not lead to anything good.

So, as I was anticipating either something that I had done or perhaps a joke, he proceeded to tell me about how he does not like to be on speakerphone, as he was on speakerphone at that very moment.

And I admit I didn’t want to hear it either on speakerphone or holding the phone to my ear. It put me in a bad mood, and I did not want to be on the phone with him after that. Lately, we’ve had phone calls that lasted almost an hour, but last night, it was 8 minutes.

Excuse me for being too sensitive, which I remember someone saying to my brother Frank back in the day, and Frank was greatly put off by that, since people have been telling him all of his life that he’s too sensitive.

Mike should be directing his love towards his beloved in the Bay Area.

I don’t know why, but there’s a lot of sadness right now in my heart. I have to work at the major fruit stands tomorrow, and I really do not want to. I have no say in the matter of course.

Yancy did my head in this morning, and it set the tone for the rest of the day. I could not argue with him or stand my ground; I just had to accept that he thought he was right and he thought I was wrong when it was the opposite. It made me think I was losing my mind.

Tomorrow I have to work around him at the main fruit stand, and I am not looking forward to it. I’ll be fine once I’m there; it’s just the dread of being around him. One generally knows what they’re going to get with Yancy, though I can only speak of my time working alongside him since April, earlier this year.

I finished The Cars: Let The Story Be Told by Bill Janowitz. I enjoyed it mostly. Towards the end, they don’t have much to do with each other except for Ric and Greg. Ben became an alcoholic and gun enthusiast, and a 2nd level rock star. Elliot and Dave do what they can successfully. Ric was a dick, though. An odd character in general.

I still think their first album is classic, with the second, third, and fourth albums providing diminishing results to my ears.