Back at it. May 11, 2026, a Monday. Sleep was not easy last night. Went to bed at a decent hour, before 11 PM, and woke up around 1:30 after thinking I had slept longer than 2 and a half hours. After that, it was waking up every now and then once again, thinking it was time to get up. A full night of uninterrupted sleep would have been nice, but it was not to be.

Bill had gone to bed a little after 10 PM. I pushed him in the direction of the bedroom, telling him I needed to get to sleep and have my prep work to do. We had watched The Diplomat on Netflix, which we both enjoyed very much. Still have a few episodes to watch, and we will do just that. Tonight, it will probably be catching up on Jeopardy as well as John Oliver.

Bill came home Saturday night and Sunday morning. I stumbled across him getting up to empty my bladder around 2:30 AM, and Bill was on the couch watching whatever it was that he was watching. I shuffled by to & fro. Saturday was mostly a solo. A trip to the big supermarket and I was back a little after noon. And that was it. I pretty much stayed indoors.

Mike was with his beloved, and Bill was driving some sports team around upstate New York. Annemarie is in Japan, so there was not even a 3:00 PM phone call as we’ve been doing since the twentieth century. I think I watched some Beatles docs. Familiar and entertaining, and good background noise.

Sunday started as it usually does, with me getting up around 9:00 AM. I turn on the clock radio to hear a segment of Breakfast with the Beatles. All it takes is a minute to listen to what is being played. I did not remember what it was that played when I was getting out of bed.

The coffee was made by me the day before, and I set about having coffee and watching Jane Pauley on CBS Sunday Morning, the only concession to CBS that passes muster these days. That started in 2019 when Bill and I went to his friend Pershing’s barbecue in Pennsylvania. We stayed in a motel and, waking up, turned on CBS Sunday Morning. Now it’s part of our Sunday morning routine, or at least my Sunday morning routine.

After breakfast, I eventually got myself ready, the plan being a trip to Coles Street in Jersey City, where Mike and his beloved were going to be, shooting vids and pics. I told Bill what I was doing and offered him the chance to accompany me and first he was wishy washy, eventually deciding he wanted to be with me and so would join me.

We took a Lyft to Coles Street and met up with Mike and his beloved, Wade. It was the first time Bill and I met Wade, though I had spoken with him a few times on the phone in the past. Bill and Wade settled into a conversation that only drivers could have, Bill being a bus driver and Wade driving trucks, while Mike and I set about taking photos and videos.

After about 2 hours of that, we parted ways, Bill and I walking back to Hoboken, leaving Mile and Wade to their own devices.

Now I am home on Monday evening. Bill is at an actors’ meeting, and Mike is incommunicado. Not much else to report. Tomorrow promises more of the same and then all day Wednesday at the big fruit stand. The usual apprehension is here, and I will carry that with me. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, and I hope to take that nervous energy and apply it to my advantage.

We are back in the mundane. Bill came down from his THC soda experience. He came out alright, we will see if there are any lingering effects. I recall my first experience with MDMA and that seemed to change my life. It was intense and powerful and over 40 years ago. I remember the situation precisely, though it may be rose colored eyeglasses with 20/20 hindsight.

It’s a day with gray clouds. Mike is supposed to come over tonight. I paid for his hybrid bed and it is scheduled to be delivered either today, tomorrow orr Friday. The latest word was tomorrow’s the day. Of course that is subject to change and in any event Mike will have to be there for the delivery since I will be at work. Mike will also have the cash to pay me back so that is nice.

I slept well again, yet kept waking up throughout the night, thinking it is time to get up and out of bed. This morning I was up about 10 minutes before the alarm and was out of the apartment about 15 minutes earlier than usual. Yancy was scheduled to be visiting the office as they do every two weeks. No one enjoys this, except for Yancy it seems.

Was Yancy one of those co-workers that Lex Luthor gave head to when he was working alongside me? He did like the brothers and Yancy is a brother. I suppose anything is possible though Jimmy Chile swears that Yancy is on meds which might explain a few things.

I received word that Kevin Wagner remembered me on the Classmates
Website for people trying to reconnect with people they had gone to school with. At one point I did want to reconnect with these classmates. Mainly from grammar school. I did reconnnect with my high school classmates and regretted that greatly.

I have searched for Kevin Wagner in the past since finding people on the internet was a thing. He never came up and my default setting for trying to find people that don’t turn up, is that the person is dead. I hoped that he wasn’t and that his Saddle Brook sweetheart, Ann, was not a widow. I somehow figured out that he moved to Florida and did occasional searches in Orlando for Kevin, but nothing ever came up and I held off doing an obituary search.

Will he find me? I don’t know. It’s been over 40 years since we last spoke. I disappointed him when I was outed. I was not sure on how he’d react so I opted not to tell him and eventually he found out. It was a bit like Ted Lasso when Colin came out and Issac was upset that Colin didn’t tell him. MY rationale was the same as Colin. I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship so I said nothing basically.

I am in a limbo of sorts at work. I am holding off on fulfilling requests and allowing Violeta to do some work, figure things out at her own level and pace.