The day of the hump. It was a good day. Last night, I changed up my sleep routine and had 2 gummies instead of the usual 1. It seemed to worked just fine. I slept soundly, just one visit to empty a 63 year old bladder. It takes about 2 minutes to complete and I am not complaining. I do wake up before the alarm clock, sometimes 30 minutes before and I attempt to sleep soundly though the tick tick tick of the clock plays softly in my head.

I was up and out of the apartment before my usual time. Yancy was expected at the office as it is his schedule to sit in my area every other week, just like every other week, I go to the main fruit stand and work there. And Yancy and I got along fine.

He expressed his continued support for me following last week’s debacle regarding interviewers and the people that they interview. I certainly appreciate it. Marcus added his support with regards to the incident yesterday and the moving of equipment in passenger elevators.

It was stated a few times that it is not my responsibility to tell the visiting artists and their crew how to move their equipment. I knew that but I expressed a willingness to do just that. Yancy headed out before noon allowing us at the fruit stand to breathe a little bit easier though we did not have any difficulty doing that while he was there.

I know what kind of music Yancy likes and thought of the playlist to play as he sat next to my spot at the fruit stand. I decided on a Cole Porter playlist. I knew some of the songs way back when. In 1990 the Red Hot organization released the first in a series of charitable releases for AIDS research, Red Hot & Blue, contemporary artists covering Cole Porter songs.

I was working at a bourgeois bookstore in Soho and one of the store CD’s was Night & Day, a collection of yesteryear artists singing Cole Porter songs. I was not that thrilled to have to play those songs but they eventually wound their way into the jukebox of my mind and I bought both volumes of the Cole Porter collections on Verve.

Now it is a favorite of mine, so much so that I played it this morning to Yancy’s delight. It wasn’t all about Cole Porter today though. I had my usual playlist called White Mice which contains various songs that floated through my head over the years, that I heard in various places or just echoing in this skull of mine.

Of course there were the Beatles/ The other day I played Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in its entirety. Today it was A Hard Day’s Night, which held memories of driving back from the shore with Annemarie and Earl, singing along to the songs 2 of us knew inside out. All in all, it was a pretty good day.