Saturday evening in the summer. Quite pleasant. Content stay home and do nothing. Well actually, here I am writing. I’m pleasantly red eyed and not very ambitious but I told myself to write and here I am doing so.

Right now the Kinks are singing about a Sunny Afternoon. Which is a summer song as far as I’m concerned. I think that if I hear it or play it in the colder months it feels sarcastic. Despite retracing my preparation for sleep last night, retracing from the night before, I did not get that elusive restful sleep. Perhaps I expected too much.

I was out and about before noon, after watching good friends Rand & Lisa streaming from the waterfront. Fun and exuberant and in the opposite direction of where I needed to go. A quick stop at the cigar shop on Washington Street to pick up some good sticks and then it was off to Shop Rite.

Once again the delightful Arti was heading up the corral of self check outs. After last week’s awkwardness I decided to play along. And it’s always good to see Arti. It was a beautiful summer day and Bill and I made plans to attend Jersey City Pride.

We went last year and had a good time. Former NJ Governor enjoyed looking at Bill’s “I Can’t Even Think Straight’ t-shirt last year and Bill made it a point to wear it again should we cross paths with that gay american.

He was absent from the celebration but we did run into a coworker, Nico, with his man who’s name I did not get since we were standing directly in front of the DJ speakers. It was the first time Bill ever met someone from my most recent place of work. It mainly involved lip reading.

After a stroll up and down the streets bordered with various booths and tables we decided to head back to Hoboken. We’re both in our sixth decade so there was some lower back tension and the occasional groan was heard. We hoped we would have seen my old friend Andy with his husband JD but they must’ve seen us first.

Bill was attacked by lantern flies on the way back which we duly dispatched. Now Bill sleeps, getting up in the early morning hours. He’s been a bit bummed by the ending of WCBS AM 88. Bill’s father was a long time listener and it brought back memories of Bill’s growing up. So he’s been listening to that a lot lately. That’s his thing. I think it’s cute.

Tomorrow I plan on bicycle riding, presently thinking of Liberty State Park. After seeing thousands of people on part of my route, it will be quite sparse I’m sure. Gotta get my steps or rather pedaling in.

I am obsessed with that. Not overtly but always mindful and plan different routes that would look odd on the map of my steps / pedaling. That’s my thing. And I think that it’s cute. Ça va?

I lay in bed this morning, sleeping quite well. Bill came home around 3:00 AM and promptly went to sleep. I was asleep, just luxuriously thinking how good it was that it was Saturday. A lovely, lazy feeling when I figured it out.

Friday had arrived. Saturday was not here yet. I got it together, not in a bad morning mood, I was OK knowing that a good percentage of the office would not be in today, a skeleton crew at best.

The well-rested night could have come from the fact that Kamala Harris gave a great speech, accepting the Democratic nomination for the office of the presidency. Of course, Bill and I are in her corner. And we also love Tim Walz and his family.

The Path train was not crowded at all this morning and even though I’ve been taking a bit of a longer walk from the train to the office to avoid the crowds I knew that there would not be many people going into their jobs.

My longer walk takes me into a lobby for the World Trade Center Freedom Tower, by the entrance for the tour to the top of the tower. It’s usually just one other person taking this circuitous route and it adds about 5 minutes to my walk.

Nobody looking at their phone, facetime or watching the rest of that TV show or movie, or playing some game while blocking any progress when climbing the stairs or an escalator.

I’m not much of a morning person so lessening contact with people, for me, is a good thing. I did have plenty of work since my supervisor was out today. That was no surprise, he did announce it previously. And that was fine. I knew what I had to do, and it was enough to keep me busy and make the morning flow much easier.

I don’t get a lunch break until 2:45, about 6 hours after getting in. And I am ok with that too. An hour or so after that, then it’s time for me to go home.

Bill is off driving people to the Hamptons and won’t be back until the morning. This gig of his won’t last past Labor Day weekend and next weekend is Labor Day Weekend. I hope I have the same quality sleep that I had last night.

I do have to say, watching the Democratic convention has rearranged my sleep pattern, staying up a little bit past midnight which is past my bedtime. Bil and I do have plans for tomorrow.

Something we did last year is coming around the bend once again. I am hesitant to write about it now, I prefer to write it in the past tense, I will take photos but like I wrote previously, WordPress does not seem to allow the posting of photos or whatnot with the updated website. So it’s words.

I will post the photos on the social medias and if you are actually reading this and are a friend on the social medias, you know where to look.