Lover boy
I ruined your day. I broke your heart.
I don’t know where I was going with those lines. Perhaps a poem or a song lyric.

It is Wednesday, December 3rd. The new phone is supposed to be delivered today. Other items were delivered last night after I had come in from the inclement weather in Hoboken, knowing that I could pick them up today, and that is my plan after work.

While Yancey was in the midst of my morning, I tried to find proper music that would be inoffensive and listenable for his sensitive ears. I started out with Towa Tei, followed it with Michelle and Me’Shell Ndegeocello, and some Luaka Bop.

After Yancy left, I played the Velvet Underground Live 1969, Cocteau Twins, and the Cure. The morning started off yesterday with Before and After Science by Brian Eno. Today it was Supertramp- Breakfast in America.

Demos, the very handsome UPS guy, delivered by phone; actually, I went and got it. I would have hopped in the back of a truck for him if he had asked. He knew me, at least remembered me. He was handsome enough for me to remember, but on this occasion, I didn’t.

It’s been a satisfactory day, mostly. Fun talk with Mike on the phone, a few laughs. Work was a breeze, relatively speaking. I had halal food from the truck on Sixth Avenue, which was good but not as good as the first time a few weeks ago.

Bill’s spirits were somewhat deflated. He thought he’d be on the road, but those plans shifted. So he’s housebound until the weekend, when a road trip is planned. A trip to East Orange, which isn’t a ‘fun’ road trip. It is a memorial followed by a repast. He mentioned it to me last week, and I begged off.

I regretted it and told him soon after that I would attend with him. I’m sure he appreciates it. He reserved a ZipCar, to which I will contribute. I’m not sure he knows about that. I certainly pointed him in that direction. His original plan was to take a ride share from Hoboken to East Orange, but that did not seem feasible. This seems affordable, especially with my own contribution.

The new phone seems cool. Some things are similar; the Pixel 9a is a definite update to the Pixel 6a. It’s been a few years since I had it. A few things were different: homescreen widgets had moved, and I did my best to remember where they were. New positions for some of those widgets.

I await the delivery of the phone case, which is expected on Friday. It’s not an official case as sanctioned by the Alphabet company. It’s the same model as I had for the Pixel 6a, and I like it very much. I’m being extra cautious with the Pixel 9a until the case is delivered. Not that I drop my phone frequently, but it does happen.

I’m on a plan with the price added to my bill, which I try to keep down. It’s a 2-year plan, $20 a month. Of course, it costs more than some of the cars I used to own.

The Pixel 6a has been a good and faithful servant.

A cold and rainy Tuesday, December 2nd, they call it. Yancey was here most of the morning, making me uncomfortable. He kept to himself, but still, every now and then, we’d have to interact, and the hairs on the back of my neck would rise.

He reminded me a bit of Bobby Risotto, just that anal retentive and the urge to go through my desk and tell me what’s wrong with my desk and how I should not be storing things, and blah blah blah blah blah

But he left about 90 minutes ago, so that’s fine. It’s cold and rainy, and possibly snowy. I don’t know, I’m on the 14th floor looking out of the fruit stand. Everything is okay, everything could be better. I could win the lottery, that would be nice, but one never knows, do one?

Jimmy Chile was here and went home early after doing his job, which today included pulling up and laying down carpet. It’s hard enough to do when you have a good back, but when your back is a bit messed up, it will mess you up

I was just debating whether or not I should eat because it’s time to eat, or should I eat when I’m hungry? I generally eat according to the time and try to stagger my food before then to support that time frame, but today, not so much. In fact, right now, I have a banana in my hand as I dictate notes into my phone

Also, in the fit of pique, I don’t know if pique is the right word. I purchased a new Pixel phone last night, which may have cost me nothing except for shipping, but we’ll find out about that. This is the darling pixel 6A has been serving me so well for the past couple of years, but I think it’s time we parted ways. It’s been behaving oddly, and I guess it’s time to upgrade, perhaps.

I also bought a Banksy calendar for 2026, and that is supposed to be delivered to the local University of Technology in Hoboken in a locker on the premises, as well as some new underwear that I need, haha

So the banana alleviated the hunger that really did not exist. And now I’m about to go outside into this strange weather to smoke a mini cigar.

That turned out to be a bad decision since it was cold and rainy, and I should have just stayed inside. Earlier, I had asked Bill if he was going out to run an errand for me. Then, when I was outside, I called him back and said there was no need to go out, and if it was up to me, I would have stayed home today. He was determined to go out anyway, so he had to go out for a short while and then back home, where it’s dry and warm.

This is one of those days we’re going to have been perfect just to stay in bed. But I had to go to work, so that’s where I am, and that is what I am doing.
I was just looking at photographs of Ignatius McKenzie, who has not aged well, and when he wears glasses, they do make him look intelligent, which I suppose that was the point of his disguise. Have not seen him in over 30 years, and I am quite fine with that. I did connect with him years ago online and almost immediately regretted it.