Tuesday. Not quite Wednesday and better than Monday but still… Woke up earlier than I thought. Ten minutes earlier. Bill was all gussied up for his work day and I thanked him for making the coffee and pouring my cereal, though it didn’t come out quite like that.. I mumbled in my morning speak and Bill didn’t know what the hell I was talking about, but he understood what I was trying to say. I was in te shower when he kissed me good bye.

After the cereal and coffee I got dressed and checked some emails. In one of my illicit accounts was an email from some neck bone in Clifton named Submit Submit Submit. He’s known for his yellowing photograph online and found a disparaging remark about my age being 44. He didn’t believe it and I took the bait with an email, “no it’s true. the aging process might be different in Clifton, but I am what I say. at least I’m not as aged as your pic. is the yellow because of your lighting or your jaundice? hasn’t the Smithsonian noticed one of Matthew Brady’s pictures missing? cheers and good luck with your endless unfulfilled quest. look forward to seeing you on dateline real soon”

He probably had to run to Wikipedia or something to find out who Matthew Brady is and to see if Matthew Brady is a submissive. Or perhaps he’s one of the Brady Bunch. I know, it’s a stretch. A little research on this headless yellow fellow stated that Miss Thing is actually 41 years old and 5’9”. Such a silly little man, trolling around 24/7 for a bottom that never arrives, and if he does arrive, probably never comes since the yellow underwear can be so off putting. But enough about ol’ urinal cakes. Back to me, Mr. Nice Guy who really is 44 years old.

Rode to work, read I, Claudius. Germanicus is suppressing a mutiny along the Rhine while Tiberius is dealing with rebellion in Bosnia. Finished one chapter too soon and dove right into the next chapter. That means I’ll be jumping in mid chapter tomorrow. I just hope it’s not on the test. Walked to work, listening to Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros, ‘Global A Go Go’. Really a good record. I should burn it for Annemarie but I only have it on the iPod and haven’t found a Senuti program suitable for PC’s. I used it on the Mac at McMann and Tate and lifted it from someone else’s iPod.

If anyone knows of a program that allows you to take songs from your iPod and put into your own iTunes, I’d appreciate knowing about it. Work itself was fine. Wally still out, recovering from his ear operation. I worked on my data entries when a flower delivery came through the door. I didn’t think they were for me but they were. From Bill. From Ubee to Bubee. Very nice to receive a dozen red roses at work. I was the envy of most of the girls in the office. President Naomi mentioned how nice they were and how she looked forward to meeting Bill. I’m sure that will happen down the line.

And here’s some pics!

Back to work again. Yesterday was a nice enough day, walked around the Village for a bit by myself. No one else wanted to go though I didn’t ask everyone. I should’ve asked Rand if he wanted to join me but he was probably working. Julio declined since he was doing chores, like shoe shopping at a shoe outlet in Secaucus. I found that out after the fact of course. But I couldn’t have gone since I did want to get some Valentine’s stuff for Bill and I hadn’t been to Farfetched in a while. Juan would’ve joined me if he were only around I’m sure.

Had a nice talk with Annemarie as I was making macaroni and cheese. I asked Annemarie if she’d be able to write down the recipes that our mother used to make. Not that she was that great of a cook, since she cooked to please my father. I remember telling her that if and when I got married to a woman I was going to make sure she could actually cook. I don’t think she was offended by that and I don’t think I was gay at that time. Ah those were the days, 13 years old with a life plan all laid out in front of me.

Watched part of the Grammy Awards last night. The Police are reuniting for a world tour which by the end of the tour they’ll be back to hating each other and carting wheelbarrows full of cash to the bank. The opened the show, singing ‘Roxanne’ which was good, and interesting to see Sting sing in his cod Jamaican accent again. I remember the first time I head the Police, riding to high school with Scott Miskuff who was playing his brother’s copy. I thought it was Boston actually. That was the time that the Police were considered punk rock.

There wasn’t too much after that to ensure me watching the rest of the broadcast. Julio called once or twice through the show telling me that Prince was on, and also that Arif Mardin had died last year. SOMEBODY doesn’t read the blog. Oh that Julio. I watched Rome on HBO which can be fun to watch while reading I, Claudius which is the story after what happens on Rome. Maybe 50 years later. Also read another chapter of I, Claudius on the ride into the city this morning on a very crowded bus. Most of the time my nose is buried in a book or magazine and I don’t even realize we’ve arrived until I see people getting off the bus en masse.

Work was ok. Fairly quiet. Wally was out, having had an ear operation on Friday and recovering over the weekend. He’s expected back tomorrow and a major snow storm is expected Tuesday night into Wednesday morning. I’m looking forward to that. I don’t drive and it does make everything look nice for the first 24 hours and people are generally nicer to each other. And we need the snow, if only for the reservoirs. I don’t want a drought this summer.

Here’s some pics for the sake of having some pics.