Thank fucking god it’s almost friday.

The rain today has me feeling tired and nappy.

I had a visit with one of my old clients today. He called two days ago, problems with his MSN (of course) and asked if I would come check it out for him. I got there, and spent 90 minutes fixing it, charged him for 60, and after he wrote my check I spent 45 talking about his travel plans, his new camera, his old camera, coastal real estate, hearing aids, and trains. When I left his apartment, dinner was getting ready to be served in the dining room, and I saw Dilia, my first client from this building. I hadn’t heard form her in awhile, so I went over and said “Hi, Dilia!’

Well, oh my god. She was SO EXCITED.

She’s a cuban immigrant who looks A LOT like Brother Theodore Klopeck from “the Burbs.” She was SO. EXCITED. She skipped dinner! I spent another hour in her apartment, looking at baby pictures of her grand-niece, talking about how to die, and what the best beaches in Florida are.

“I tell my doctor, those people? On zee Concorde? THAT was the way to die! Dey are zeeting on zee COncorde! A glazz of CHam-pain in one hand, bowl of caviar in zee otter, a luxuriouz crooze chip in New York Zeety waiting for them, and BAM! That is zee way to die!”

She wanted me to call dave and have us all go out to dinner, but I said I had “meat thawing” and had to get home. So, I spent more than THREE HOURS at the place, and got one hour of pay, but it’s not about money. They were people who were glad to have someone to talk to.

Of course, when I found Dilia in the dining room, I saw a teacher from school there. Here I was, leaving one man’s apartment, greeting another woman, and heading back upstairs. I can only IMAGINE what he is thinking I do after I leave the school. 😀

And, yoga is back on! It was so, so, good. Like a really good nap, or lucid dream, or something. I missed it so much, all summer, and to go back felt SO. GOOD.

Anyway. Still alive. Friday/Jeans day can’t come fast enough.