It is 1:11 PM on Monday, November 17th, 2025. This phone does not take dictation very well. If I don’t stay on top of it and edit as I dictate when I go home later, and try to edit a lot of it, I’m trying to figure out what it was I was trying to say…

I am outside at my lunch hour and standing in the sun at a different spot than I usually am, mostly because that spot was occupied, and also it’s in the shade, and though it’s 44°, it feels like 38° according to my phone.

So the weekend was enjoyable, and Mike came over later in the day. The original plan was for him to come over in the morning, but he went to sleep and I suggested he come over around 6:00 or 7:00 so I can make my dinner and eat it without having to worry about him.

Of course, I did make him food once he did come over, and that whole process was about 10 minutes long. He was apologetic and said that if it ever happened again, he would send the text saying that he was unavailable or going to sleep or what have you.

When I initially dictated ‘going to sleep’, it was heard as ‘virtuously’, which is odd. This artificial intelligence has a lot to be desired, and it’s only the beginning.

As I read myself for work this morning, I realized that this is the week that I have to maintain the camera at the other location the half a mile away from where I am at now, so throughout the morning I’ve been scanning the camera and nothing was happening, so I have to keep up with that.

Thursday’s supposed to be a big day from UPS to be signed, at least that’s what Marcus just told me. They just have to do it when I’m sitting in front of the monitor, which is an iPad

Tomorrow’s big event is Bill helping out Mike. Mike is getting furniture from Newark, New Jersey, and renting a U-Haul, which will be driven by Bill. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall or at least in the cab of the truck

A friend of Mike’s, Pops in Newark is moving and has furniture to get rid of, and Mike has been a year without much furniture, so here’s a chance to get some decent furniture which he has seen and picked out, and tomorrow is the day he is supposed to bring it from Newark to Jersey City, specifically 62 Jewett Avenue

Today’s minute cigar is in Oliva. And I find it very pleasant, very smooth.

I have just moved from the Sun to the shade, for the Sun is too strong, overheating me.
But the shade has a wind coming from West to East through the canyons of Manhattan, and it only picks up as it travels across the island.

It’s not going to be a full lunch hour. I have about 10 minutes left with the cigar, and then I’ll be heading back upstairs.

It is 1:11 PM on Monday, November 17th, 2025. This phone does not take dictation very well. If I don’t stay on top of it and edit as I dictate when I go home later, and try to edit a lot of it, I’m trying to figure out what it was I was trying to say…

I am outside at my lunch hour and standing in the sun at a different spot than I usually am, mostly because that spot was occupied, and also it’s in the shade, and though it’s 44°, it feels like 38° according to my phone.

So the weekend was enjoyable, and Mike came over later in the day. The original plan was for him to come over in the morning, but he went to sleep and I suggested he come over around 6:00 or 7:00 so I can make my dinner and eat it without having to worry about him.

Of course, I did make him food once he did come over, and that whole process was about 10 minutes long. He was apologetic and said that if it ever happened again, he would send the text saying that he was unavailable or going to sleep or what have you.

When I initially dictated ‘going to sleep’, it was heard as ‘virtuously’, which is odd. This artificial intelligence has a lot to be desired, and it’s only the beginning.

As I read myself for work this morning, I realized that this is the week that I have to maintain the camera at the other location the half a mile away from where I am at now, so throughout the morning I’ve been scanning the camera and nothing was happening, so I have to keep up with that.

Thursday’s supposed to be a big day from UPS to be signed, at least that’s what Marcus just told me. They just have to do it when I’m sitting in front of the monitor, which is an iPad

Tomorrow’s big event is Bill helping out Mike. Mike is getting furniture from Newark, New Jersey, and renting a U-Haul, which will be driven by Bill. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall or at least in the cab of the truck

A friend of Mike’s, Pops in Newark is moving and has furniture to get rid of, and Mike has been a year without much furniture, so here’s a chance to get some decent furniture which he has seen and picked out, and tomorrow is the day he is supposed to bring it from Newark to Jersey City, specifically 62 Jewett Avenue

Today’s minute cigar is in Oliva. And I find it very pleasant, very smooth.

I have just moved from the Sun to the shade, for the Sun is too strong, overheating me.
But the shade has a wind coming from West to East through the canyons of Manhattan, and it only picks up as it travels across the island.

It’s not going to be a full lunch hour. I have about 10 minutes left with the cigar, and then I’ll be heading back upstairs.

I guess the holiday shopping season has started already because I just bought two items for the Toys for Tots campaign in the office. I got a remote control robot dog and a remote control triceratops. Both are a little over $20 together. I went to look for items for myself and saw those, and figured that it would be better off if I had the box next to my desk, which had been empty for the past couple of days, so I’m doing my bit

Last night was a mellow night at home, no complaints. Mike stated that he wants to take Bill and me out for a nice dinner, and the way of thanking us for all the things that we have done for him in the past year, I’m all for it, as is Bill. You just have to figure out where to go; will it be in Manhattan? Will it be in Hoboken?

It’s a cold, humid afternoon on the street outside my office building as I puff on the mini cigar.
It’s cold, but not that cold. People are dressed up like it’s February, and it most certainly is not. Trains were not crowded this morning, and the office is mostly empty once again on a Friday.

Bill is finishing his gig today and is headed back to the depot. Mike is at his crib getting ready for his gig. I am done with gigs until Monday. And that’s alright with me.

This morning, while sleeping, I had a vivid dream. An old friend, Steve Sapp, was at a party that many of the friends we had in common were at. I looked in the room where they all were and couldn’t make out any of them. But there was Steve with Frank Sinatra, who had placed a wooden matchstick in Steve’s belt loop and was about to set it on fire as a prank. Revenge for a prank Steve had played on Ol’ Blue Eyes previously.

It was the last dream I remembered before waking up from a good night’s sleep. The fruit stand was going to run out of milk, so I took it upon myself to get a quart, which took me out of the usual route to work. I walked down 13th Street, looking at the things I rarely see since I rarely walk down that street.

I did see the Quad Cinema, which I last visited in the 1980s. I think it was a Luis Buñuel film, but I could be mistaken. I do remember that it was a small theater with 3 other small screens. I did see Luis Buñuel’s The Milky Way at the Cinema Village in the 1980s, before that cinema was converted into 3 screens. I also saw Todd Browning’s Freaks even before seeing Bunuel.

Last night was a good phone call with Mike about theology and religion. He seems to be turning into an agnostic which I had to explain to him. Mike prefers the term ‘deconstructed Christian’ from a dude we both follow on the social medias. We made plans for him to come over early this morning and he was going to accompany me on my errands.

I texted soon after waking up and called him a few times to no avail. He wasn’t answering his phone. I went out and did my errands solo. I went to the dispensary on 15th Street in Hoboken to refill my gummy supply. The guy at the front door was too friendly, and it made for an awkward conversation.

I had my gummies in the online cart, but the door guy could not find it despite my telling him it would not be under the name on my ID. He eventually let me in, and said ‘Jesus’ loud enough for me to comment that people always get me & Jesus confused, and I ain’t him.

The sales bloke behind the counter could not find my online cart and asked when I placed the order. I told him last night, and he explained that the carts are wiped out overnight. I guess it made sense, but when I got home, I looked up my car,t and my order from last night was still there.

It was a disappointment since I usually enjoy the 5 minutes I spend in this dispensary.

It turned out Mike was sleeping and did not consider texting me to let me know that the plans we had made last night were not coming to fruition. That was annoying. When he did eventually call me, he was apologetic. I told him that it wasn’t cool to ghost me like that when all it would take was a text to clear the air.

It was all too similar to an earlier occurrence when the plans we had made were just ignored, and the reason was ludicrous. Things have gotten somewhat better. Last week he was here at my crib and slept for hours in bed as he was that tired. His body is accustomed to the 10:45 PM to 7:00 AM so his days are spent taking it down and trying to sleep during the day.

Last night, I signed off around 11:00 PM, whereas he stayed up unable to sleep in his apartment. I do plan on giving him the melatonin I do not take anymore with the advisory not to take it every night or in his case, every day.