Of course not every step is counted, as the phone and its step-counting function are not always on my person. This was likely north of 25000 or even 26000 steps yesterday. I slept very well after this but it was starting to feel like a lot of work toward the end. I basically never stop to take a break during these journeys, as it would obviously behoove me to do. Why am I posting so much today? Just need to say something, do something. Work here is dead today and I don’t usually do my own stuff on company time but who the hell cares. Remembering yesterday’s rediscovery of the Salt Marsh at Hunter’s Point. It was a nice trek. Very quiet. It’s quiet here, too, after a brief bout of loud conversation between two very loud talkers. Part of the reason I think people at this job don’t like me is that no one ever says “Bless you” after I sneeze. It seems to be a mandated ritual that “Bless you” is whispered or tittered when anyone else here sneezes. But me? I started waiting for it but it never happened. It’s like no one even is aware that I’m here. Am I really invisible? Have I achieved the invisibility I so craved years ago? People here know next to nothing about me. I have a lot to be quiet about, for a variety of reasons both personal and public. Everybody here today, now, the early crew, is doing nothing but reading, scrolling, teething. There is nothing happening. The sick guy is back. That’s good to see. Some sort of cancer involving chemo. I read today, as I’ve seen in numerous other places, that men who ejaculate more than 21 times a month are 35% statistically less likely to develop prostate cancer. It used to be considered questionable or uncertain but lately the connection seems to have been recognized by medicine. My Fx has virtually no cancer that I know of, just a lot of alcoholism and suicides. I should find my recording of when our father read the family tree. So depressing.
