I was thisclose to calling out today. I slept so well last night that I wanted to stay in bed. But a coworker at the fruit stand requested my help this morning and I really like them so I was compelled to do so and to go in. I literally dragged myself through the Hoboken streets getting my bagel and shuffling along to the PATH train

I was early, I took it into consideration that it might be less stressful and less crowded. It was both and I snagged a seat. I attempted to read but I was still somewhat in sleep mode so I closed my eyes. I didn’t necessarily sleep but rested enough to not notice the guy I was sitting next to had gotten up and left.

More shuffling down Manhattan street, getting the desk at the fruit stand and about to eat my newly toasted bagel. That’s when the phone rang. It was Yancey. He was asking me if I had gotten his text message a half an hour earlier. I told him that I didn’t and so he proceeded to tell me the message. I needed to be at the belly. And being the team player I am trying to be, I told him I would be there soon enough

They offered to send a ride share service but I politely declined and decided to walk up to the belly from my fruit stand. It was a pleasant enough morning and I certainly wasn’t going to jump on the train again. That would be pushing my luck. I got another cup of coffee and made my way to the belly.

It has been a rather odd day so far. I am sitting at Violet’s desk as she is out once again. She was ill the other day when working alongside her so much so that she spent her lunch break sleeping in the serenity room at the fruit stand people created for times like this

I sat next to her the other day and on a different computer which had a different password. Luckily weeks ago I had simplified things and narrowed my password down to two. If it’s not one then it’s the other or a variation of that password. Yancy was stressing this month ago and Marcus had let me know that just that and it worked

It is a Thursday and I will catch the PATH train home from its starting point. That will cut down on the stress I think. I might even catch the train on the side of the platform that most people only use for exiting. I like to think that I know better but we shall see about that.

Once again, lunch with the small cigar, on the phone with the demon child mike. He’s been fascinated by the occult lately and this is an indulgence on his behalf. Their Satanic Majesties Request. I didn’t think I would be able to write this today but here I am almost done.

It’s the little things really, I might have a hurdle, and I jumped. And a little over 3 hours to go before I get my TDAP and shingles vaccine after work..

Now it’s a little over an hour to go and I’m having difficulty transferring this to my drive after writing it on the iPad so I dictated the words into this my phone

Back home, I was on the phone with Bill. As the phone was dialing I remembered that I forgot about the scheduled vaccines for tonight.

It has been a day that has been a bit off…

I had a couple of dreams before waking up this morning. One involved Jim Mastro and I on a rooftop talking about a fiddle player we both knew. I was removing a belt from the hole of a guitar, carefully since it was Jim’s guitar. I remarked that the fiddle player was not very dependable but can be relied upon when needed.

Another dream had me trying to get a book about an episode of Saturday Night Live with Billie Eilish into the hands of Bob Huff who was visiting Hoboken.

At the fruit stand today, things that were set up yesterday have been altered to the point where there is nothing to do but think about getting lunch. The woman who has to corral the guests and whatnot is here, and I remember when she was genuinely nice. Now, not so much.

That frees me up to be able to perhaps get some halal food. The timing is right, I just need to get away when no one is looking.

In some ways the timing was right. In other ways, not so much. I came back to find a woman near my spot the fruit stand. She was there in response to an email that sent her, on June 9, 2026. Today is October 14. I sometimes assist with passes to the belly of the fruit stand and in June there were a few dozen that I initially assisted with these things.

I did what I could to help this woman, but it to no avail really . She had a digital card on her phone which does the same thing. This woman works mostly at home and is in the office maybe 2 times a year. I had to walk her our and in the elevator I mentioned that it might be in her best interest and everyone’s best interest to respond to emails sooner rather than later.

She did not take that advice well. There is always a possibility that she will complain that I did not bend over backwards enough for her liking.

The path train promises to be a bit difficult again for the commute home tonight. Last night, I was at the start of the line and able to get a seat. Tonight I will be at the middle of the line and the Hoboken train will more than likely be crowded. I am considering taking the train to Journal Square and getting off at Newport and walking home from there. It’s a 15 minute walk from there to Hoboken and then15 minutes from there to home.

All this to avoid being crowded. I suppose it would all depend on how crowded the Hoboken train will be. And I sit all day, so standing up for 15 minutes is not so bad after all, is it?

Listening to D’Angelo, “Voodoo “. Hard to believe he died one year ago today. He was something for sure and gone way too soon. Devil’s Pie indeed. He was a sexy and talented man.

I foolishly took the Hoboken train getting tonto a very crowded car which was going to get even more crowded with the next 2 stops. Young male twats too self involved to take off their backpacks. Tomorrow I will return on the Journal Square train because this is ridiculous. Five weeks on this. They could have done this in the summer, less people, more commuters on vacation or working from home. But no. Let’s do this in the fall…