A cold and rainy Tuesday, December 2nd, they call it. Yancey was here most of the morning, making me uncomfortable. He kept to himself, but still, every now and then, we’d have to interact, and the hairs on the back of my neck would rise.

He reminded me a bit of Bobby Risotto, just that anal retentive and the urge to go through my desk and tell me what’s wrong with my desk and how I should not be storing things, and blah blah blah blah blah

But he left about 90 minutes ago, so that’s fine. It’s cold and rainy, and possibly snowy. I don’t know, I’m on the 14th floor looking out of the fruit stand. Everything is okay, everything could be better. I could win the lottery, that would be nice, but one never knows, do one?

Jimmy Chile was here and went home early after doing his job, which today included pulling up and laying down carpet. It’s hard enough to do when you have a good back, but when your back is a bit messed up, it will mess you up

I was just debating whether or not I should eat because it’s time to eat, or should I eat when I’m hungry? I generally eat according to the time and try to stagger my food before then to support that time frame, but today, not so much. In fact, right now, I have a banana in my hand as I dictate notes into my phone

Also, in the fit of pique, I don’t know if pique is the right word. I purchased a new Pixel phone last night, which may have cost me nothing except for shipping, but we’ll find out about that. This is the darling pixel 6A has been serving me so well for the past couple of years, but I think it’s time we parted ways. It’s been behaving oddly, and I guess it’s time to upgrade, perhaps.

I also bought a Banksy calendar for 2026, and that is supposed to be delivered to the local University of Technology in Hoboken in a locker on the premises, as well as some new underwear that I need, haha

So the banana alleviated the hunger that really did not exist. And now I’m about to go outside into this strange weather to smoke a mini cigar.

That turned out to be a bad decision since it was cold and rainy, and I should have just stayed inside. Earlier, I had asked Bill if he was going out to run an errand for me. Then, when I was outside, I called him back and said there was no need to go out, and if it was up to me, I would have stayed home today. He was determined to go out anyway, so he had to go out for a short while and then back home, where it’s dry and warm.

This is one of those days we’re going to have been perfect just to stay in bed. But I had to go to work, so that’s where I am, and that is what I am doing.
I was just looking at photographs of Ignatius McKenzie, who has not aged well, and when he wears glasses, they do make him look intelligent, which I suppose that was the point of his disguise. Have not seen him in over 30 years, and I am quite fine with that. I did connect with him years ago online and almost immediately regretted it.

It is Monday, December 1st. It is World AIDS Day. Is also my niece’s husband’s birthday. I used to like him but I find him to be too judgmental these days.

I don’t think I’ve seen him or his wife (my niece) or their lovely daughter in over a year. And they don’t live too far away, but we don’t have the proper transportation to get out there freely

So Mike was over for a few days, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and left on Sunday afternoon. It was okay, but it’s true that towards the end it was a bit tense. Familiarity does breed contempt, and Bill thought Mike was a little overfamiliar

But despite all that, it was a good time. I did speak to Billie in DC last week, and that was fun. He asked me if I was still writing, and I replied that I was, so if he’s reading this now,
“Hello Billie“

Bill was in a Spike Lee movie, ‘Highest to Lowest,’ earlier this year, so we watched that, and it was a decent movie that, even though it did not have enough Bill, Mike was impressed by it

Thanksgiving was pleasant. A trip to Garfield with Mike and Bill. Bill was concerned that Mike would ruin it like he ruined my birthday in September. But Mike was on his best behavior, Elaine didn’t seem to mind, and seemed to enjoy the company that we had brought with us

Not your traditional Thanksgiving Fare, stuffed shells and shepherd’s pie. Work was so dreadfully slow last week that I decided to use up what days I had and take the last two weeks of the year off. I submitted the request, but it has not been approved yet.

I presently do not remember what we had for dinner on Friday, but I do know that we had frozen pizza on Saturday, two frozen pizzas split three ways, which seemed to satisfy everyone. Last night I made the chicken penne and pesto experiments, which went okay. I made enough to bring to work today, which I left in the refrigerator this morning

It’s a quiet day at the lower fruit stand. Good looking men walking by catch my eye. During the Saturday phone call with my sister, she asked if Bill, Mike, and I were in a throuple. We are not, in fact, nothing is going on. Mike wished that he could marry me, and I told him he was promised to someone else, his beloved

It’s a nice late, autumn day. I am wearing my winter coat, which is crazy war.m I sweat a lot. I wear a t-shirt underneath it and have my work shirt in my bag. I bought an Eagle Creek bag last week, and it was delivered, and I’m not used to it. I tried to use it on Wednesday, a very slow day, and figured out that I have too much stuff to carry around on a daily basis. To be honest, I had too much to carry from office to office.

And it is quiet in the fruit stand, like I might have said before. Literally is literally a word that is used too often. A very good looking man walks by with his girlfriend, but he looks sharp

A nice coworker walked by as I was sitting outside smoking my mini cigar and said hello. I do like her a lot, but of course not in that way

I bought some shirts online, flannel shirts for Bill, extra extra large. Three shirts total, though two were just extra large, so I reordered the extra extra large for Bell and will give the other two to Mike for Christmas. I did the smart thing for once, and I am having them delivered to the office, supposedly for Thursday delivery

Bill spent a good part of yesterday afternoon cleaning up his stuff, and I saw a photograph of him and an old friend of his. I met her a few times, Theresa, and asked if he was in touch with her. He explained that he tried but could not get through, and that it reminded me that I should get in touch with Connie

And around 9:00 ish I called her, knowing that it would be 6:00-ish where she is. The call went to voicemail, so I left a pleasant message letting her know that I was thinking of her. I just hope it was her actual phone and not a stranger

And now I am back at my desk after the mini cigar, which came after a burger from Wendy’s with fries. Nothing healthy, but inexpensive nonetheless

This weekend, I am planning on going with Bill to a memorial service for a coworker. When Bill initially asked, I begged off, thought about it afterwards, and decided to attend alongside Bill.
Bill may or may not have remembered this.

So, on World AIDS Day I looked up George Jet Watley, and this came up: Jet Watley (1958-1989): An individual remembered by friends on social media, potentially a friend or relative of Jody Watley.

I do not think he was related to Jody Watley. He was a dear friend of mine and passed away in 1989, which devastated me. I think I met Jet in 1982 when I was driving from Saddle Brook, New Jersey, to midtown Manhattan twice a day.

He was the assistant mailroom manager, and while I was there sorting out now he was at his desk listening to King Crimson. I commented that it was a great record, and we became very fast friends from that point.

He looked out for me; it was the first person who said it was okay that I was gay since he was gay. And I mentioned then “boyfriend” Lee Stothers, who was indifferent to me. Lee passed away a year or so before Jet.

It was through Jet that I met Billie. Jet moved from Manhattan to Washington, DC. I assume he had done that before, hence his friends Billie and Gracie. Gracie is out of the picture due to a falling out with Billie. I have no information on Gracie. But Billie and I talk on the phone every few months to touch base.

I do think of Jet every now and then, and today, being the day that it is, World AIDS Day, he is foremost in my thoughts.

I sit at the desk listening to Scritti Politti, White Bread Black Beer. And it’s hard to believe that this record is 20 years old or thereabouts. I did see Scritti Politti in 2006. A brilliant show, a show that I never thought I would see. Green Gartside and company sounded fantastic, and I got way too drunk on the black beer.

I was working at McMahon and Tate in 2006 and attended the show with Lesley Robertson and Adam Ames, two of the few people I worked with whom I liked. I have no idea where either one of them is now. 19 years, you know?