It seems like I am writing every other day. Today is Saturday and I last wrote on Thursday. It was in the afternoon and took about 20 minutes. Bill was on the road and Mike stepped into the breach. I love Bill so very much and both of us realize that I am in bad shape when left on my own.

Bill and I both love Mike very much. He’s a good egg. A breath of fresh air. I keep track of Bill when he’s on the road and Thursday was stressful, as was Friday for Bill and this morning started awkwardly for Bill. It’s his story and not mine to write about. I’m good like that.

Due to circumstances in his new flat, Mike has been here since Thursday. I didn’t mind and if Bill minded he did not let on. The couch was readied for Mike and he took full charge of it. Not a complaint about being uncomfortable. Bill set the couch situation up, as he did on New Year’s Eve.

Mike doesn’t take up too much space and was happy under the comforter. He sleeps like a log and nothing rouses him. And he really believes in me. I am aware of the fortunate position I find myself in, two handsome men concerned about my well-being. Both support me in sweet ways.

Bill knows my sense of humor and it’s usually self-deprecating. That’s new to Mike who feels that I am putting myself down when making jokes about myself. When Bill called on Friday, Bill called Mike, ‘Or Son’. This made Mike cry a bit.

He never felt so welcomed in a home in too long a time. I saw the tears on his face so I knew Mike was not talking through his hat, a phrase my Mother used to say when someone was not being truthful. ‘Lying through their teeth’ is another maternal phrase.

It’s almost 10 o’clock and Mike is asleep in the bedroom since I am staying awake, not going to bed for another hour or so. SInce I am up and watching TV, it wouldn’t make sense for Mike to sleep on the couch so he’s set up on Bill’s side of the bed.

He has to work tomorrow morning and get up early. I’ll see him out and then return to bed once more. But that’s tomorrow and here I am in today. It’s been too cold to do much of anything. I did gather my steps again, over seven thousand totalling 6.64 miles.

I was just walking around Hoboken with Mike and telling him stories about this place or that, including sordid details about a 4 AM rendezvous with a guy that was fairly known in the few pubs of Washington Street at 11th and 10th streets.

Mike doesn’t say much during these walks, whereas Bill and I are nothing but blabbermouths when strolling the boulevard. When we got back to the apartment, Mike told me about how much he enjoyed listening to me or Bill and the stories and histories of where we’d been walking.

It was a bit unnerving initially but therein lies Mike’s charm, not being a blabbermouth.

Thursday, preoccupied with distraction and freezing cold winds. It’s warm indoors and for that we are grateful. But one does have to go out on occasion and that is when all temperatures drop. Bill is in upstate New York, I am in Hoboken. Mike is coming over, perhaps to spend the night since it is so cold out. Both Bill & myself feel that I should not be left alone, so once more into the breach, comes Mike.

Bill and I both enjoy Mike’s company and personality. A breath of fresh air, a different perspective. We both love Mike and Mike loves the Ernie & Bert aspects of our personalities, Bill & Me. Mike requested that I make the dinner I made on New Year’s Eve, a cheesy tomato sauce with meatballs and ziti. I am heading out in about 20 minutes to meet up with Mike and bring him on over.

I don’t have to, Mike knows how to get here but I am a slave to gathering my steps. I’ve already been to the really big supermarket in town and spent more than I should have and gathered a nice amount of steps. A jaunt to Jersey City, or quite literally Chill Town would put me over the daily step goal and a lot better than yesterday which didn’t have many steps to gather at all.

There will be movies to watch, and Marvel programming to view. Mike enjoys all those things and there are plenty of other things to entertain the two of us.

Solitude can be useful but it doesn’t always work well for me. When Bill is here or when Mike is around I can focus on them. When I am alone I find that it is too easy to be slipping into darkness. And I do not do well there. I am taking measures to not be so despondent. I wished Daisy a wonderful New Year and she appreciated that. I still think it’s best to maintain a distance though.

And I do have to contact Rafe and an associate of his since both said I can use them as a reference and I might need to submit their names for just that. There was a phone interview yesterday and it seemed to go well. It was a baby step, but a step nonetheless.

Los Angeles is aflame and Hoboken is frozen. Friends from social media have checked in saying they were safe from harm. That is a relief considering the footage has been gruesome. And of course, the Reich wing has politicized the emergency situation, just repeating the same daft lines ad infinitum. It’s so tragic and stupid and if only they would listen to the lies they spew, but that would require intelligence and introspection and we know that ain’t gonna happen.

One of the social medias has stated they will no longer fact check anything and will allow Lesbians and Gays and Trans people to be labeled as mentally ill. They were one of the first in the queue to sample from the teat of L’Orange Merde.