Saturday in November. Bill is on the road, just a few miles away, within walking distance. But he needs his rest and the hotel that he is staying at is not pedestrian friendly at all. And with my current financial situation, a taxi or instead of dating myself, an Uber or Lyft is unreasonable. Bill considered coming over for the night but that was even more outlandish. I convinced him that it’s best not to push our luck and stay close to the bus.

Bill was here yesterday during a four hour lull in the charted proceedings. He brought a bagel and a breakfast sandwich, then a thick chocolate pudding parfait thing. He started to complain about not feeling well, so I offered him an orange which he duly ate. Still he didn’t feel all that great which made me lightly berate him on his eating habits.

I wrote lightly because I am ever so careful to not be a nag. He got the point as he always does when this happens. I don’t have the healthiest diet but compared to Bill I DO have the healthiest diet.

He was off on the road again. I had to meet him around 10:00 PM on Washington Street and hand off his luggage which was too much to handle on the initial drive and there was a plan to park his vehicle in Hoboken but that fell through.

It was locked up in the hallway on the first floor for an easy exit. We’re on the uppermost floor and who wants to move from those flights? Not me! Because the plan fell through Bill asked me to move his luggage when he passed through Hoboken on the way to the nearby hotel.

It was no problem at all and it was good to get out in the cool crisp air, something I rarely do these days. Once I climb those flights of stairs, I ain’t leaving if I don’t have to.

Bill just called for the night, he was off on the road again. No longer will he be within walking distance. Soon he will be south of the Mason-Dixon line. He’ll return later in the week. Usually, I melt down somewhat when he’s away for a few days or more. This time I’m alright with it.

So far, at least. I know it will be a matter of time before he walks in and in only a few minutes, start to drive me crazy. As I wrote that, I thought ‘Uh oh…here comes the irony. Having written that about Bill walking through the door…’

Tempting fate I suppose.

My former roommate William always called it tempting providence. I explained that providence was a good thing, and definitely worthy of temptation. Google tells me it’s the protective nature of god or a spiritual power.

The weather has been nice and I’ve been getting my steps in. Tomorrow I will tackle Jersey City. No destination set as yet, but it does seem to be an agreeable day.

Uh oh, here comes the irony…