I lay in bed this morning, sleeping quite well. Bill came home around 3:00 AM and promptly went to sleep. I was asleep, just luxuriously thinking how good it was that it was Saturday. A lovely, lazy feeling when I figured it out.

Friday had arrived. Saturday was not here yet. I got it together, not in a bad morning mood, I was OK knowing that a good percentage of the office would not be in today, a skeleton crew at best.

The well-rested night could have come from the fact that Kamala Harris gave a great speech, accepting the Democratic nomination for the office of the presidency. Of course, Bill and I are in her corner. And we also love Tim Walz and his family.

The Path train was not crowded at all this morning and even though I’ve been taking a bit of a longer walk from the train to the office to avoid the crowds I knew that there would not be many people going into their jobs.

My longer walk takes me into a lobby for the World Trade Center Freedom Tower, by the entrance for the tour to the top of the tower. It’s usually just one other person taking this circuitous route and it adds about 5 minutes to my walk.

Nobody looking at their phone, facetime or watching the rest of that TV show or movie, or playing some game while blocking any progress when climbing the stairs or an escalator.

I’m not much of a morning person so lessening contact with people, for me, is a good thing. I did have plenty of work since my supervisor was out today. That was no surprise, he did announce it previously. And that was fine. I knew what I had to do, and it was enough to keep me busy and make the morning flow much easier.

I don’t get a lunch break until 2:45, about 6 hours after getting in. And I am ok with that too. An hour or so after that, then it’s time for me to go home.

Bill is off driving people to the Hamptons and won’t be back until the morning. This gig of his won’t last past Labor Day weekend and next weekend is Labor Day Weekend. I hope I have the same quality sleep that I had last night.

I do have to say, watching the Democratic convention has rearranged my sleep pattern, staying up a little bit past midnight which is past my bedtime. Bil and I do have plans for tomorrow.

Something we did last year is coming around the bend once again. I am hesitant to write about it now, I prefer to write it in the past tense, I will take photos but like I wrote previously, WordPress does not seem to allow the posting of photos or whatnot with the updated website. So it’s words.

I will post the photos on the social medias and if you are actually reading this and are a friend on the social medias, you know where to look.

I went back to work today after a mental health day. It was much needed as the day before ended with my Legumev someone I once liked a lot, telling me about yet again someone else complaining about me. This time it was deflected.

I’m sure the Legume has been running interference on my behalf and things might be a lot worse if the Legume was not doing just that. But it will remain unsaid. I did have the paranoid feeling that today could be the day. The first half was filled with that feeling. The second half, not so much, and the second half is more like a quarter than a half.

Today is my sister’s birthday! She’s made it to 7 decades. She’s something else, my sister. Never had a cross word with her, bruised feelings but nothing worse than that. Relatives have actually come out and said they wish they could have a bond like the bond I have with my sister. All it takes really, is calling on weekends for 35 years.

She’s an influence on my musical taste much like my brothers were. And she also went out of her way to make sure I was alright. I visited her quite a few times when she lived in New Hampshire. I would catch a bus from the Port Authority in midtown Manhattan and ride up to New England.

One time, as we stopped at a bus station for a few minutes, and I got out to stretch my legs where I was met by an armed forces recruiter who asked me if I was ‘So & so’. I told him I wasn’t but he didn’t believe me. I guess ‘So & so’ was supposed to be on the bus but never turned up so he figured I must have been him.

My sister took time off from work so we could do things, go to the beach in Maine, and go see a movie in Brattleboro, Vermont. Then she would drive me back to NJ, me being the DJ picking out songs that I thought she would like, songs that we both heard growing up courtesy of our brothers.

She was also the first one in my family to ask if I was gay. I was gay at the time but in a closet and also in high school. I explained that I didn’t have a girlfriend since I was bussed to an all-boys Catholic high school. I guess that might have eased her worried mind.

Years later after high school, I met her boyfriend, soon to be husband and he told her I was gay. It was obvious to him, but everyone else in that house on Riverview Avenue was in denial and just did not want to know.

Eventually, a couple of years later, my sister and brother-in-law and some of their friends went to a gay bar in Brattleboro where I mainly remember dancing to Erasure singing ‘Respect’. Now I take time off from work when my sister flies in, we go down the shore and I’m still picking songs for my sister to sing along to.

70 years!