Saturday morning dream that had John Hamilton and Jane Scarpantoni. When I was talking to my brother Brian on the phone he mentioned the vivid dreams he’s been having. I too have been having vivid dreams as of late.

It was a good weekend. Mike came over on Friday and I made a conscious effort to be in a good frame of mind. Bill and Mike sat on the couch chatting the hours away. I turned off the TV and listened with an occasional interjection.

I also played a selection of Brian Eno tracks and picked up the guitar for a bit. it was all very pleasant and I went to bed before Bill or Mike. I slept quite well and woke up before 9 AM on Saturday morning.

Bill dropped off his laundry and got us all breakfast sandwiches from the bagel shop I do not patronize anymore. Bill and I each had one, Mike had two which was fine since Mike paid for his own.

We ran some errands after the breakfast sandwiches, a trip to see Mona, a stop at the dispensary and the cigar shop and then the supermarket. Bill and Mike having good chats as we strolled on a nice Saturday.

Back at the apartment we watched the TV, settling on Wonder Man which was highly recommended by Marcus at work. And Marcus was right, it was very good.

I decided after the eight episodes of Wonder Man which flew by, that another Ben Kingsley movie might be worth checking out, Sexy Beast. I had seen it before. Ben Kingsley steals this movie with his performance.

Mike was not into it and Bill was seemingly ambivalent until the Don Logan character shows up. Soon Bill was off to bed, leaving Mike and me to carry on before I too went horizontal next to Bill, Mike stretched out on the couch. Mike likes the couch and sleeps soundly upon it

Both Bill and Mike were up before me on Sunday morning. No breakfast sandwiches for anyone, though Mike had his cereal and Bill has whatever it was that he had, probably soup. Yes Bill has soup for breakfast on occasion, not as odd as I used to think.

I am at work now. somehow I spaced on sending a reply to an email request. Of course, Yancy found it. Embarrassed and cautious. I was worried about my cognitive skills. So I downloaded a Self Administered Gerocognitive Examination, or SAGE.

I completed the test within a few minutes. Too easy. I guess I am not as far gone as I feared. Or am I? It is a scary prospect. A woman I grew up with, Audrey Iwanicki, had dementia for a number of years before passing away and she was only few years older than me.

It’s really nothing to brag about, taking the test. L’Orange merde brags about it like it was a major accomplishment, and perhaps it is to him

I had an email from the agency that placed me at the fruit stand. My goals have to be emailed today. I thought later this week but the email said otherwise.

Luckily I had actually fed some information into the dreaded AI and to me, the results were satisfactory. But it is not up to me. I sent out what I had and now have to see if it passes the smell test.

Dissolve – reveal