Back at work on March 8, 2026, and you know it ain’t so bad. I had a distressing dream last night concerning work. I was at a version of the fruit stand with the logo surrounded by red lighting. Yancy and Kimberly were talking to me, but I could never hear just what it was that they were saying.

Each time I would ask them to repeat themselves, some type of noise would drown out what was being said. I knew better to ask them to repeat themselves too often, and so I muddled about. I was supposed to sit in this new area, but I had no idea what to do. There were notes lying around, but I don’t think they pertained to me.

I was told a few times to find that woman a hotel. For some reason, I thought they were talking about Patti Smith, but I am not too sure about that. In the dream, I was walking around areas that seemed somewhat familiar, but on closer inspection, some key ingredients were missing. Like sugar. I needed sugar for my coffee, but could not find any, which was just as well since I could not find any coffee either.

The dream seemed to last a long time, and I could not awaken from it, and it was stressful. On top of that, daylight savings came and robbed me of an hour’s sleep. I forgot that I was going to be dark when I woke up in the morning, and it certainly was today. That threw me off, and I kept thinking to myself, I am up too early and should be going back to sleep. The confusion was also from the fruit stand dream as well.

Mike was over this weekend, and it was good. Bill was bussing snowboarders up to Vermont from Long Island, and Mike stepped in to babysit me. Mike came in handy, and Bill seems to have done all right for himself. I spoke with my dear old friend Jane. She was someone who always believed in me, even when I did not believe in myself, which was often.

My first show was playing two songs at Tin Pan Alley in Times Square with Jane. We rehearsed a few times and had 2 shows on a Saturday and Sunday way back when. Jim Mastro and the other Bongo were in the front row watching me as my caffeinated fingers played fast barre chords.

My then-roommate Jimmy Lee also played a few songs with Jane. Jimmy saw how anxious I was and reminded me that no one else could do what I do, and I should just relax and have fun. I heard the words, but I was not able to relax. In fact, I think I had an out-of-body experience.

IT’s a Monday in March, and the temperature is going up to 60 degrees. A woman sitting next to me on the PATH train gave up her seat for a man with a cane. I did not notice the cane until she got up and he sat down. I thought about giving up my seat for the woman who gave up hers, but I instead closed my eyes and tried to remember Kimberly’s name.