It’s Tuesday and once again I slept a little bit later than usual since Terry is my co-pilot this week. Man it’s going to suck when she leaves. It’s great having her around and it’s great having someone to sit next to and talk to at various points of the day. Plantain Man was in a state of arousal again which leads me to believe he is popping Viagra. He’s a nice guy and quite the tease. A little smile as he places the change in my hand, saying thank you.

A drawback from sleeping later is the Path train is that much more crowded. A better dressed crowd though at least the men are from what I can tell. Most of the women are sitting and hidden amongst the straphangers. Nice bullish men in suits that are filled out quite nicely. I don’t understand how people can fall into such a deep sleep on the train though I do recall when I used to take a bus or a van into the city from Weehawken there would be an occasional snore from one of the seats. Me? I’ve nodded out once or twice while trying to read the New Yorker or some book, but I always caught myself, or so I’d like to think.

Felicia was in the office before I was, and Terry and I figured out that she’s trying to make up for all the time she was out the past few weeks. It was a little disconcerting but she stayed by her desk mainly as I fluttered about and Terry manned the desk. I can flutter with the best of them. Felicia asked me to tidy up the ‘library’ which is merely a lot of books haphazardly strewn about on some bookshelves. Once again I was isolated but decided to make the most of it.

I got my iPod and plugged in and sat on the floor going through various books and magazines as I stacked this and that over here and over there. Felicia had gone out to buy flowers and two hours later came back with some branches. She needed my help moving an ostentatious vase which I had to roll on it’s edge to get it to the reception area. Last time she bought branches, they had thorns on them. Luckily these branches were thorn free.

I got through the day and headed to the Path train. No after work cigar for me since I had a dental appointment. Like I wrote yesterday, my teeth are falling apart and it’s high time I did something about it. The hygienist cleaned up my teeth, scrapping and blasting away. Then a dentist came in and she rattled off some numbers while pricking my gums with a sharp instrument. That hurt. It’s been determined and agreed by all concerned that I need to go to a periodontist. No oral surgery is required they said and I have hope that they’re correct. Things will have to be removed and things might be salvageable. We’ll have to see. Tomorrow I have to make an appointment with the periodontist in the Journal Square area.

Also sending positive vibrations to Hillsdale NJ.

Personally I really truly love Bill. I’ve been doing some soul searching and found that he’s been there for me so many times, I can only hope to do the same, or improve my lot in life with him. It’s a relationship and it’s work and it’s the best work that I’ll ever do. He’s a real sweetheart and I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him. And I hope that’s a long long long time.