The midweek shuffle bored. It is Wednesday, June 17. Slept well. Part of my sleep routine is a tincture of thc. Previously, I had purchased the Soothe tincture, which was not as effective as I had hoped. I did not do what was expected and left me hanging in nocturnal limbo too often. Now I have the Rest tincture, which does the job and enables a good night’s sleep.

Of course, writing that and tempting the fates leaves me wide open. Once I hit 7 hours, my body clock alarm goes off and I open an eye to check the time. This morning I had an hour to go, then about 20 minutes. Once again, I am up just a few minutes before the clock radio makes its presence known.

I knew I would need to get in earlier than usual since it’s been a fortnight since Yancy was last here and this morning Yancy was expected at the fruit stand once again. My job starts at 8:00 AM and I was in at about 7:35 AM. I would not be surprised if Yancy was actually in before that but he was not so that was good.

I was able to butter my bagel and enjoy it before he made his appearance. The desk phone is still kaput, so Yancy and Connell did what they could to fix it, but nothing could be done without perhaps some major deconstruction, like taking apart my desk and following the wires into the cloth covered wall.

It took them a few minutes to figure that out. And a visiting tech guy from the big fruit stand came to the same conclusion, that nothing could be immediately done. There has been no word from the people on the other side of the world since 9:35 AM and it is now 2:06 PM.

It’s not a pressing matter and the phone maybe rings 2 or 3 times a week. I was using the desk phone to contact Bill or Mike before I was told not to by Marcus. And Marcus was just here telling me he had about 3 or 4 cups of coffee this morning which is odd since he usually has 1 or 2. He’s trying to live a good life despite his woman problems, also from the other side of the planet.

I guess I should be honored that he occasionally spills his guts to me, perhaps there is no one else at this fruit stand that could or would listen to him, or at the very least provide some sort of objectivity.

It is a beautiful spring day and I had some halal food for lunch. It had been a few weeks and it was good, just a little bit boring but that’s on me, not the halal food vendors. They do treat me right and always remember me when I show them I have the same plastic bag from my last visit.

It is nice to be remembered by fellows who see hundreds of people a week. I’m sure they don’t smoke weed.