Back at my favorite fruit stand. It’s a Friday in April, the 17th, they say and I have no choice but to agree with them. Bill is on the road, south of the Mason Dixon line. He got to his destination while I slept. I left Mike on the couch where it was cooler.

I was asleep by 10:45 or so and I slept well. I was expecting Mike to join me in the bed but he opted for the couch which is more than fine with me and it is enabling me to have a very good night sleep one wake up at 2:00 for water and then I wake up at 6:05 knowing I had 15 minutes does my eyes for one minute and next thing you know it was time to get out of bed.

I am currently dictating this into my phone and also writing a letter to Chaz and Kathe in Texas. I think this might be a thing correspondence I write things and send them and Chaz catch things out of the newspapers and send them to me I suppose Kathy might walk to and from the mailbox hopefully they’re entertained by what I send.

It is a very quiet day here today. It’s a Friday so a lot of people might be working from home. The PATH train was not crowded this morning though that does not mean it will be the same for the return trip. More often than not, it gets a little bit crowded and I have had the odea of standing for the return trip.

I have an online meeting from 12:00 PM to 12:45 PM and then a lesson of sorts from 1:00 PM to 2:45 PM. I asked if it could be moved but since this was attended by a few other people or employees or students my request fell on deaf ears and blind eyes.

It’s been so quiet that I took Yancy’s ‘advice’ and took a break. A stroll to New Amsterdam, a dispensary near the fruit stand that Jimmy Chile recommended. It was a few blocks away and took some time to get there and even more time to get back. I did not partake though some other fruit stand workers have admitted to me that there is no way they can get through the day without enjoying some trees.

I tried that once, maybe 20 years ago at Putnam Lovell NBF or Wanker Banker if you will. I used to wake and bake frequently and that one morning 20 years I thought I would see if it was still manageable or worthwhile.

It was neither. Everything was slower than usual, paranoia was on the rise, and I had to keep telling people I had allergies.

But writing that instance reminded me of Trader Joe’s or Jaded Toes if you will, and one shift I had decided to smoke a bit of greenery and a customer noticed and complained to management, and left me with one of two strikes. I did not hang about for the third strike and left with the two I had accumulated.