It’s a Friday again. In fact, it is the first Friday in June. It’s still spring, but it is warm enough to be called summer. Bill is on the road once more, this time heading back to me sometime later today. Work has been quiet and I have been working on a project and sometimes I think I have a handle on it, and then if I work on it too much then the self doubt comes in.

It reminds me of when I worked at People Magazine and oh I messed it up big time. Just too much time working on it and wrestling with self doubt. I think it was to help decide which employees will be getting bonuses or raises and I just totally messed it up. It was a gig that I got through Kartha Meavney.

I enjoyed it but I really should not have been there. I messed up in various departments and they kept calling me back in. The word on the street was they did not like empty desks and I was qualified to sit at a desk all day, but asking me to actually do something was asking for trouble. I recall being called in at short notice, working for the editor-in-chief. I showed up in shorts since it was short notice (no pun intended) and was told to hide my bare legs if possible.

I made friends and I made enemies and whatever connections that existed have been severed for decades. I was close enough to a young woman to have been invited to her wedding in Elizabeth NJ, and at the reception Bill sang a song which I cannot remember, though it may have been the Four Tops’ I Believe in You and Me.

That was a song at my brother Brian’s marriage to Karen. I remember back in the early days of my relationship with Bill I surprised Bill one Sunday afternoon at his church. I showed up in a suit and tie for no reason and Bill was surprised as he rehearsed on the church piano. He started singing I Believe in You & Me and I thought ‘This song, how corny. ’ At the end I was in tears, his rendition was so heartfelt.

That was something like 25 years ago. I have looked up the bride, Danielle Perry Cruz online but she has no online presence. She was a sweetheart but that was a long time ago. She must be pushing 50 now but I really have no idea.

Work is very quiet. I was going to write, ‘awfully quiet’ or ‘terribly quiet’ but very quiet seems most apt since it’s not awful or terrible. My day putters about, there are moments when I have had enough and then there are moments when everything is OK.

In 2008 I wrote that Julio and Stine had welcomed their son Alexander into the world. Alexander was followed by Christian, though Alexander got the spotlight. Christian worships Alexander, so there’s that. And now Alexander has graduated from high school. Time marches on.