I do enjoy the extra hour of sleep once a month. The fruit stand meeting is this morning and I find myself waiting and there are way too many people fucking around at this hour. I am not used to it at all. A good point is that the bagels were cooled enough that I did not have a greasy bagel but rather, a buttered bagel.

Due to a problem at Penn Station, trains have been diverted to Hoboken making the train very crowded. On a Friday when it’s not supposed to be so crowded. And I went in a little bit later since the fruit stand meeting was scheduled. I thought I had set up the alarm on my phone but I didn’t, which is just as well since my alarming paranoia woke me up at 7:20 AM which is an hour later than the usual wake up time.

The meeting was the first in a few months since Yancy canceled last month’s meeting. Kimberly, Janis, Yancy and Violeta and Me. Basically, the meeting could have been a zoom call, or an email. But neither of those provides an extra hour of sleep so I just keep my mouth closed.

My sister is in Japan with her husband and my brother is in Knoxville TV with his wife to see a southern boogie rock band. Annemarie and Rex are on vacation, and I guess Brian & Karen are as well but they’re following a mediocre rock band. I am not a fan of Southern boogie rock music so I am guessing they are mediocre.

I never cared for that music. The Allman Brothers leave me cold and don’t get me started on Lynrd Skynard. There is maybe one song in the genre that I like and it’s more of a pop song by 38 Special called Hold on Loosely. I only know the song from the days when there was a thing called MTV.

So these young men wearing dresses and makeup looking a bit coming in, I guess I’ve always felt this way but having moved away from their parents and into Manhattan or wherever they are able to be their true selves. And I suppose they’re true selves involve wearing dresses and makeup and whatnot. It doesn’t affect me, it’s their life. I wish them all the best. I hope they find themselves safely and without trouble.

Staring down the barrel of 23 minutes. It’s Friday, like I said, and there are 23 minutes left in the workday. I’m sure I could step out a few minutes early, but with the overcrowded PATH train, why bother? Listening to an ad hoc playlist featuring Reggae pop hits from the 90s. Marcus asked if I play this much Reggae at home, and I don’t. I play more rock & roll, which Bill is largely unfamiliar with.

Mike is at the apartment, off to the supermarket to get dinner. Chicken perhaps. That would be fine. It is laundry night so space will be limited in the kitchen. Bill was supposed to return on Sunday, but now his return may be Wednesday. And that is subject to change.