Tuesday. All is well. A busy day, finding my groove at work. Last night came home and watched Heroes which was amazing. I think it’s official, I am hooked on the show. A few times I said, “Oh shit” out loud. That Sylar is really a bad bad man. Don’t like him at all. And all the powers he showed last night, set five years into the future, represent all the characters that he’s killed. Not good. Boo. After that it was watching the news and then off to bed. That wasn’t easy. For some reason I couldn’t fall asleep right away.

Of course, eventually I did fall asleep, waking up hours later. Almost over slept. Bill was taking the day off from work so he ably played the role of lump in the bed. I hustled myself into the shower, had some coffee, cereal and then it was out on the street waiting for the bus. Into the city, I walked down the street on a nice morning. Greg Stevens was due back from his Bermudan golf outing, hopefully drumming up business for the company. I spoke with a couple of the IT guys from Wanker Banker, tentatively making plans to meet up for lunch.

An envelope need to be delivered to Rockefeller Center so I took it over, walking around midtown, enjoying the day and ostensibly saving the company some money on a messenger. There’s been a lot going on and the chief financial officer is always thinking of saving money, while the chief executive officer wants to spend spend spend. Somehow I’m in the middle. The CEO wants me to get a Blackberry and I’m reluctant. I don’t want to be reached after hours, but if he wants to buy me one, who am I to say no? The CFO can say no though.

The day flew by once again and I hunkered down with various projects that I had to do. Couldn’t delegate these tasks since Carla the receptionist is still working on what I gave her yesterday. I kept thinking of what a good time I had with Bill last night. We haven’t done much together lately and that made it special. Even walking across town to the bus station was nice, it was a beautiful evening to just walk and talk. And if you know Bill, you know that he can talk and talk.

Today is also now known as Mission Accomplished day. That started 5 years ago when the fucking idiot in the White House landed on the air craft carrier stating “Major combat operations have ended. In the battle of Iraq, the United States and our allies have prevailed.” If it was an April Fools joke, the moron was a month too late. Now there are over 3000 soldiers dead, many more maimed and tens of thousands if not more Iraqi civilians are dead and more than that, injured. And the decider has decided to veto a motion to end the war by next year. The Iraqis don’t want us there, the citizens of the United States don’t want us there, but I’m sure big oil is licking it’s lips hoping to still get the vast deposits of oil located under the Iraq land.

I really hate these people.

Call your US Representative and tell them of your support for the Hate Crimes law that will finally protect LGBT people.
from HRC:

“Apparently legislators are being so heavily bombarded with calls
and emails from the radical right that some are getting very
nervous about voting for the bill. Knowing how close we are,
that’s not good.
We need to make sure our voice is stronger than the radical right’s.
EVEN IF YOU’VE ALREADY CALLED YOUR REPRESENTATIVE about
this bill, and even if they’ve said they’ll vote for it, we need
you to pick up the phone RIGHT NOW and remind them of your
support.”

Congressional Phone Directory
cut n’ paste
http://clerk.house.gov/member_info/mcapdir.html

Monday, back to work day. I’m sure Eddie and Mary Ann will pop up somewhere down the line, just not tonight at least. Judging by all the feedback I got from that piece of fiction, and considering the feedback I get from most everything I write, it’s amazing that I write at all. But that’s neither here nor there, for still I write. It’s end of the month and that means I need a new bus pass. I could’ve gotten it on Saturday but forgot all about it, so I figured on getting it today but a hundred other people had the same idea.

Bill and I watched the Sopranos last night which was excellent of course, then Entourage which was good and the De La Hoya/Mayweather documentary which has Bill and myself looking forward to the bout this weekend. Then it was off to bed for Bill with me watching some of the news before I eventually joined him in a horizontal state of slumber. It was a good sleep, no apocalyptic dreams as far as I could remember and I didn’t hit Bill in my sleep. It was totally win win.

Then it was shower, coffee, cereal, email and weather reports as well as checking out Otis Livingston to see what he’s wearing today. It’s uncanny we’re almost always in sync mostly, today though, not so much. He’s a good looking cat, that much I do know. Definite eye candy. I ran for the bus this morning, something I never do, but I know if I can get this certain bus it would be an easy ride. If not, then it’s a twenty minute wait and that changes everything. I finally finished the God Delusion by Richard Dawkins and I still highly recommend it. He also has a website, http://richarddawkins.net if you can’t make it to your library.

Work was good today and I learned a major secret about being an office manager. An office manager delegates and I delegated. I have so much to do and I’m not complaining about the amount of work, but one thing distracts me from another thing I’m working on, then someone asks me to do something else and this goes on all day and the original thing I was working at falls by the wayside and when I get back to it I have no idea what I was doing. So I delegated a project I’ve been working on and it’s almost finished, allowing me to continue on my merry way.

I subscribe to the New York Times online and I was invited to a seminar at the Institudo Cervantes, the Spanish Institute which happens to be across the street from my office. It was about acting with Raul Esparza, Lauren Velez, Daphne Rubin Vega and Moises Kaufman talking about being Latino actors and directing. I brought Bill along and ran into his parent’s neighbor Jane and her kid Janelle. That was nice, after the entertaining seminar we had wine in the courtyard on a beautiful spring evening.

We held hands on the bus ride home as Bill talked about his acting and looking forward to the two of us sitting in the audience at an awards show when Bill’s name gets called. He sits there speechless, not knowing what is going on as I mouth the words ‘Get up motherfucker! You won!’ For some reason I can easily see that happening, as well as my sister watching it on TV and screaming. We sat there laughing and holding hands and in the back of my mind, I think about how uneasy some people around us might be by the fact that we’re holding hands.

Nothing happened, but it is still a revolutionary act, holding hands.