It is quite hummus out. I know I will be advised to change it to humid but I like hummus and substituting one word for another. I was at the main fruit stand today. I thought I would be filling in for Kimberly but was told Yancy likes Kimberley’s desk, and the day had some bold-faced names coming and going. I didn’t mind. That meant that Janis had to find a spot to work at since I was commandeering her desk next to Violet.

Janis was promoted a few months ago, and while she still does the menial tasks that I do, she has more responsibilities and is not shackled to her desk. Violet is closer to my age, and she’s a quiet type. Jimmy Chile insists that she is on medication, he claimed to have seen the tell tale eyelids fluttering. We get along fine and the only friction was deciding when each of us would take lunch.

I, being the noble sort, opted for 2:00 PM lunchtime, freeing Violet to have her 1:00 PM session with her therapist or someone like that. We were told no more late lunches like that. So Violet would have to have a non lunch and I will pull rank and take the 1:00 PM slot.

Bill is on the road and expected back tomorrow. Mike is here. He came over last night. It is good, the chemistry Mike brings fills the void, even if he just sits there looking at his phone. We watched some TV last night, alternating between Harry Potter Deathly Hallows and the last Star Wars movie.

Of course I have seen both before, several times and as Bill calls it, it’s comfort food, especially when compared to the awfulness of what is going on in the world these days. Familiarity breeds relaxation. By 10:30 PM I was tired but too tired to get a proper good night of sleep.

I did fall asleep on the PATH train home from the fruit stand, one end of the route to another. I nabbed a seat since I know where to stand when the doors open up and after reading Mojo Magazine a bit, closed my eyes and did some dreaming. I woke up in time as the train pulled into the Hoboken station.

Getting to and from the PATH station in Hoboken was a chore though. The NBA playoffs are going on tonight and most of the area surrounding Madison Square Garden was in lockdown with barricades and NYPD. The NYPD were somewhat belligerent as they’ve had to deal with rowdy crowds watching the games on the streets outside, and when the NY Knicks lost on Monday, they lost their shit and started fighting and jumping on cars and climbing lampposts. Not my scene.

In the 1990’s, I was more of a fan of the Knicks, and that was because of the people I was hanging out with. Julio, Miriam, Marcus, and a few other Rastas. But that was almost 30 years ago. Marcus is back in Guyana, Miriam is a married mother of three girls in upstate New York, and Julio is doing his paternal bit with his two boys. Those were the daze.