35° on a Monday evening. It’s been quite a day. Had a dream last night or rather this morning that included a guy I hadn’t thought of in about 9 years and I never thought of him sexually but in the dream, it was quite sexual, and surprisingly he played the role of a top.

In the dream, I was quite forward when meeting him. He was not as tall as me in the dream or real life. In retrospect he may have been a mash-up between 2 men that I worked with, both from the financial worlds, Wanker Bankers or Putnam Lovell NBF or the Algerians from Alger Mgmt.

In any event, I did try to make this guy happy and he seemed indifferent. Then once again I found myself thinking of Bratty McGrotty and that spoiled whatever good feeling I might have had and flipped the script to depression and disdain. Yes, I am still reeling from my dismissal on November 4.

I really have to get over it. I discussed it with Bill and he was bothered by the fact that I never sent the email to the Department of Labor, OSHA, or Leticia James. It’s still in the outbox and could be sent at any time.

I did hear from a group that I had been in contact with for the past couple of weeks. They express interest, I reply in kind and then they say ‘Forget about it’ It’s a pas de deux we’ve been doing for a while now.

Well, today they said they were interested and it went further than it has gone before. And it all seems to be set up. I cannot say anything more about it not but you, dear reader of this here blog will eventually find out.

It may involve a lot of waiting around and I intended to buy a notebook to write notes in but did not when I had gone to the supermarket. So I found a blank book that I was given in 1981, 44 years ago. I just checked and the first entry was from the first night of driving across the country with Perry Dedovitch.

We stayed at a KOA but skipped out before paying. Not out of malice but more of not knowing what to do. I wrote about my dislike of corn since we had seen quite a lot of corn fields not knowing how many hundreds of miles we would be seeing.

My memory outside of my written word was hearing Billy Squire’s ‘The Stroke’. Since I have to get up crazy early tomorrow, that means I will be going to sleep crazy early tonight. The body clock gets thrown out the window. The things I do for a buck.

I am of course, anxious. It’s my first time and I want to get everything right. Bill has been down this road before and has been most helpful, guiding me through the signposts and also blocking my access to the ledge.

Saturday afternoon at 35°. Snowstorm approaching. Doom scrolling ensues. Though I really don’t care, I am having a ‘chat’ with Allen Russ about Beyoncé’s Cowboy Carter album and the #1 chart position.

He claimed it never hit number one so I provided links that it actually debuted at the pole position. I also provided a link to Billboard about the same topic. He claimed that he read Billboard in the 70’s & 80’s and things were manipulated.

I replied that that was true when he read Billboard 40 or 50 years ago. I was around the music business back then when SoundScan was introduced showing actual sales and chart positions. Why do I keep getting drawn into these ‘conversations’?

Today I walked to the big supermarket. Some provisions in case a snowstorm occurs so I sort of expected that it might be crowded. Tomorrow is also the day of obligation to the superb owl. It was crazy crowded with people stocking on on party snacks or foodstuffs to hunker down with.

Mike was coming over tonight to hang with his Dads, me & Bill. We tried to do it a few times but I was sick or Mike had to work or Bill was away, and I wanted to pick up some last minute items and I did just that. I got on the self check out line which while long, was moving.

I even had some food samples while in the queue, the salesmen had their spiels down pat, one for crunchy peanuts and the other for local red sauce, Hoboken Farms. I came home looking at the greyish-white skies and relaxed.

My phone rang with Mike sounding awful. It seems he woke up with nausea and all that brings with it. He wasn’t coming over and was not sure if he’d even make it to work tomorrow. Part of the reason for him coming over tonight was so in case the snowstorm hits, he would have a somewhat easier time commuting to his job than having to rely on public transportation or ridesharing with Lyft.

He said he thinks he has what I had the past couple of weeks but with the nausea, it seems like the flu. He did not get a flu shot so it’s possible. I just had a really bad head cold with some respiratory symptoms, when I thought I was rid of it, it came back for a curtain call.

Now I feel a whole lot better though I was looking forward to Mike hanging out with me & Bill. We have all the future to hang out. I usually make my Penne, Pesto, and Chciken dinner on Saturdays but Mike requested the meal I made on New Year’s Eve, Ziti, cheesy tomato sauce, and meatballs.

I made the Penne, Pesto & Chicken the other night for Bill and me since Saturday’s menu would be different. I still look forward to it and I am getting hungry. Bill is napping and the Simpsons plays on behind me. That is all for now and probably later.

Allen Russ has deleted his replies to me leaving it to look like a one sided convo. I’m still keeping my side up since it was relatively informative. Dumb ass MAGA, now he’s erased all of his comments.