At the main fruit stand. The Hive. It’s not my favorite place to be when the machines are cooperating, and this morning they are not. Little things are not going through, and they pile up into a big thing.

My coworkers are late, and without the machines running properly, I scramble and try to get things running. It would be one thing if I were at my usual spot, but I’m a stranger in a strange land.

I had to rethink my thoughts of Lex Luthor. He’s a good guy and seems to admire me for some reason. He came in about 90 minutes late, and no one batted an eye. Things got done, and when he did show up, I moved aside and let him do most of the heavy lifting since it was his desk, and he knows how things run.

The fruit stand where I work is considerably smaller and easy for one person to maintain. Lex knows more about these things, so I deferred to his judgment. He also gave me the lowdown. I am liked and well-regarded by most of the staff, though a supervisor said offhand to him something about my lack of posting notes after meetings I attend. I told Lex the truth, that no one told me that I had to write notes.

Tomorrow is another meeting, and tomorrow I will add notes. Obviously, I have no problem writing, you can just read this here blog. I can write, but I can’t say that I write well. That would be up to you, dear anonymous reader. And you remain bloody silent.

Bill is below the Mason-Dixon line, Mike is on the couch, and I am sitting in front of the computer typing. The past couple of posts were written on the smartphone, not dictated. It took some time, but I was generally satisfied. If you were as well, you never let me know.

Working with Lex today, I found that he loves to gossip and also called me ‘gurl’ a few times, which did not bother me at all. Apparently, Lex has a few flings with various employees at the fruit stand. He named one of them, which came as a surprise to me. I was sworn to secrecy, and I will maintain that vow.

Bill just phoned in the middle of a search for students somewhere. I know he will find them and will have a nice meal after that. Mike is still couch-bound, deep into his phone, looking at various clips on YouTube and social media.

One of those social medias, owned by a fictitious company called Meta, kicked me off twice for purportedly posting sexualized images of children. Anyone who knows me would know this is a falsehood, leaving me to think Zuckerberg is even more of a twat than originally believed. It was an image for the Hunger Site, a charity that helps people, animals, and forests around the world. The image was of 6 African children jumping for joy. Something Zuckerberg knows nothing about unless those Ivy League twins filled him in on it.

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