Wednesday, January 7th, 2026, I am at the main fruit stand. Relatively quiet, I am very busy; it’s very strange. Strange in the sense that I’m much busier here than I am there.

The people out there are much more animated than the drones here. And I had words with somebody on the phone and barely understood him, but he’s a mush mouth anyway, and I was able to do whatever he requested. I did expect him to stop by the desk to find out who the idiot who answered the phone was, i.e., me, but he did not. Oh, Paddy Miller, will you ever find your spot in this world?

Mike called earlier. He was on my computer, and all of a sudden, a message came up, supposedly from Microsoft, telling him that there was a virus on my computer, not turn off the computer and call this 866 number.

I asked Mike to photograph the messages and have them send them to me, and I called the 866 number, and it turned out to be some guy on the other side of the planet who insisted on talking to the person in front of the computer, and I tell them that would not be possible and that I would call him later.

Instead, I called up Mike and told him to unplug the computer despite it saying do not unplug the computer. After about a minute, Mike plugged it back in, and it all seemed to be working normally.
https://malwaretips.com/blogs/error-ox800vds/

So one catastrophe avoided, perhaps. Since I had gotten the computer from Rafe Dais a few years ago, I sent him a message, but it turns out I didn’t need to. The greeting was basically good morning, Happy New Year, and nothing more than that.

I have been here for a little over 2 hours, and not much is happening now. Anise is having a one-to-one with Yancey and a conference room somewhere in the land of the fruit stand.

Time is crawling.
It already feels like it is going to be a long day, and with a slow passing of 2 hours, I feel that long day situation is taking hold.

So I ordered a Smashburger for 1:15 pickup, which is less than 1 hour away. It’s been good working with Anise today.

Perhaps I would go to bed earlier than I did last night. I believe I went to sleep around 11:00. Mike fell asleep around 9:00, and by 9:30, he was snoring, so I sent him to bed as I sat and watched TV.

He got up around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. and probably shot a video or two, then came back to bed to finish up his sleep.

I am listening to REM’s Automatic for the People.
I think I am getting better with things, meetings on I don’t have to report every little thought that goes on in my head, especially since those thoughts generally change and evolve into something later on.

Mike’s beloved is expected to come to the East Coast next week, and I mentioned a meeting with him, which may have some regrets, and part of me feels like I’m committed to doing that. Of course, all depends on when Bill returns from his sojourn.

The day before Yancey’s birthday

8:56 a.m., oh man, do I hate getting out of bed in the morning, especially when the sun isn’t up yet.
So I took my time, and I still wound up getting to work 20 minutes earlier than I needed to be. And again, I do not like being late.

So it’s Tuesday, January 6th.
5 years ago, rioters stormed the capital in Washington DC and got away with it. That should have been the end of l’orange merde, as we will know that is not the case
The turd floats.

I contacted Daisy yesterday, since it’s been a while since I heard from her, and since I do all the communication at least initially, I did it once again. She is still at Bratty McGrotty and more than likely almost 100% Filipino

Was just looking up my ex-boss online. He used to be listed here as Bobby Risotto, but that’s when I cared about what he thought, and he was still in the closet back then. Now I don’t care what he thinks; if he’s in the closet, he’s still a rotten person.

It’s another quiet day at the fruit stand. Went to bed earlier last night, and it seemed to have paid off with a good night’s sleep. It went so well that I intend to follow the same ritual tonight.

It is just another quiet day at the fruit stand. It’s going to be like this for the rest of the week, I believe, so I will be at the main food stand tomorrow…all day.

It is very warm in the office, which I suppose is a good thing, better than cold, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it, I think.

Bill is still on the road, Mike is chilling in my crib. I am at work.

I easily fall through rabbit holes. I looked up somebody with a similar name to someone I grew up with, but haven’t spoken to in over 50 years. Turns out his brother died 6 years ago, Jimmy Schumacher, brother of Johnny. They lived on Blue Ridge Road. I really should stop being so easily distracted he said while distracted from his job and dictated into his phone

I just remembered that I played the video of stop making sense by Talking Heads, and I don’t think Mike was into it very much at all. I watched the whole thing nonetheless.

I have just listened to Blondie’s greatest hits as well as their album Eat to the Beat. I really miss Clem Burke. Next time, the playlist is Elvis Costello’s Armed Forces.

Actually, it was the Cocteau Twins that were next. Head over Heels. Jet Watley played that record quite a bit. Fades memories.

I’ve read that there is a play, Robert Isacco vs Donald Putnam, in a wrestling match at the Maggie Alexandre arena, with Hal Liebes as the referee. Concessions were supposed to be handled by Louise Ulitto and Noel Guzman, but they were rumored to have been deported.

The whole feeling of melancholy following December 25th or January 1st usually involves the buildup to those dates, for everybody’s excited that things are going to go well; optimism is in the air generally for people. And then after January 1st, the balloon deflates.

Shiny things, Christmas trees, holiday lights get put away, plunging souls into darkness once more. True, the daylight lasts an extra minute with each passing day, but that’s not nearly enough to hang on to.

Once again, I had halal food for lunch, and once again, it was a bit lackluster. I figured after not eating it for 2 weeks, things might need returning to what they once were, but that does not seem to be the case.