I had a couple of dreams before waking up this morning. One involved Jim Mastro and I on a rooftop talking about a fiddle player we both knew. I was removing a belt from the hole of a guitar, carefully since it was Jim’s guitar. I remarked that the fiddle player was not very dependable but can be relied upon when needed.

Another dream had me trying to get a book about an episode of Saturday Night Live with Billie Eilish into the hands of Bob Huff who was visiting Hoboken.

At the fruit stand today, things that were set up yesterday have been altered to the point where there is nothing to do but think about getting lunch. The woman who has to corral the guests and whatnot is here, and I remember when she was genuinely nice. Now, not so much.

That frees me up to be able to perhaps get some halal food. The timing is right, I just need to get away when no one is looking.

In some ways the timing was right. In other ways, not so much. I came back to find a woman near my spot the fruit stand. She was there in response to an email that sent her, on June 9, 2026. Today is October 14. I sometimes assist with passes to the belly of the fruit stand and in June there were a few dozen that I initially assisted with these things.

I did what I could to help this woman, but it to no avail really . She had a digital card on her phone which does the same thing. This woman works mostly at home and is in the office maybe 2 times a year. I had to walk her our and in the elevator I mentioned that it might be in her best interest and everyone’s best interest to respond to emails sooner rather than later.

She did not take that advice well. There is always a possibility that she will complain that I did not bend over backwards enough for her liking.

The path train promises to be a bit difficult again for the commute home tonight. Last night, I was at the start of the line and able to get a seat. Tonight I will be at the middle of the line and the Hoboken train will more than likely be crowded. I am considering taking the train to Journal Square and getting off at Newport and walking home from there. It’s a 15 minute walk from there to Hoboken and then15 minutes from there to home.

All this to avoid being crowded. I suppose it would all depend on how crowded the Hoboken train will be. And I sit all day, so standing up for 15 minutes is not so bad after all, is it?

Listening to D’Angelo, “Voodoo “. Hard to believe he died one year ago today. He was something for sure and gone way too soon. Devil’s Pie indeed. He was a sexy and talented man.

I foolishly took the Hoboken train getting tonto a very crowded car which was going to get even more crowded with the next 2 stops. Young male twats too self involved to take off their backpacks. Tomorrow I will return on the Journal Square train because this is ridiculous. Five weeks on this. They could have done this in the summer, less people, more commuters on vacation or working from home. But no. Let’s do this in the fall…