couple neighborhoods down, in south bronx, the outbreak of legionnaire’s disease rages. next state, in connecticut, a friend says the tick season there shows no signs of subsiding either. i am supposed to be comforted by that. i don’t want to write any entry tonight but there is time. the guy hasn't rang yet. he promised he’ll be here before ten. it’s almost midnight. i’m about to text him excuses he could use to disentangle himself from whomever he is with right now. once, one weekend afternoon, my ex told me he’ll get himself more beer and came back with his shirt on inside out.