Friday has arrived. Just in time for it to be March 6, 2026. Whereas yesterday was raining all day and quite dismal, today is just a little bit cold, a little bit damp. I just had halal food for lunch. It was good. The guys in the box like me, or remember me as the white guy who brings his own bag and does not want napkins or any utensils. I get a smile from them, and I’d like to think a little bit extra, whatever.

Bill is on an island off the coast of America, as am I. He will be back on the mainland eventually, as will I. Mike is landlocked and expected to come over tonight. It’s all planned. He comes over tonight and leaves Sunday, which works out fine for me. On nights where I have to work the next day, I need a good night’s sleep amd when Mike is around, things don’t always work out that way. An occasional grope, and last time Mike said I kept reaching out and hugging him tightly throughout the night.

I’m not complaining, and I don’t think Mike was either. Nothing sexual, more platonic than anything. Mike needs a hug now and then, and I guess I am happy to supply him with hugs. Daylight saving time is tomorrow. Spring ahead, fall behind. One hour of sleep is lost, and I can make it up with a nap. I think it works but we will find out Sunday afternoon I reckon.

My sleep routine has been quite good this past week. I’ve been going to bed around 10:30, and it makes all the difference in the world. I suppose 8 hours is what I require, and though I settle for 7.5 hours, 8 is the ideal. I do have some anxiety thinking it is time to wake up, and if I spy the alarm clock like I did this morning, I find I still have a few hours of sleep to achieve.

The train was not crowded at all this morning. That does not mean it will not be crowded this afternoon, though. Yancey is out today, as is Kimberly, leaving Janis to man the fort up at her fruit stand, and me battening the hatches at this small fruit stand. A box of cigars was delivered last night, but I did not know that until this morning, and I was not about to climb four flights of stairs to drop off a box. Perhaps one of my neighbors will carry it up as Bill & I sometimes do for them.

And my Mojo Magazine dilemma continues. They reupped my subscription, but I am still short an issue with David Bowie on the cover. I got the Small Faces cover, which was issued after Bowie, and it has gotten me playing some Small Faces hits, but let’s face it, it’s not Bowie. Mojo says they’ve mailed another issue to me, but so far, I have not received it. Am I paying for a subscription to a magazine that never arrives?

Last night, before going to sleep, I heard ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ by Billy Joel. This morning I heard ‘It’s Still Rock & Roll to Me’. Strangeness abounds. Walking to the PATH train this morning, Brian Wilson’s Melt Away played in my head.

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