I did it. I booked a flight to LA for the week of November 4. By myself,unless my GF from VA can get away that week too and meet me out there. Of course she was actually born & raised out there, believe it or not. Went to school at UHawaaii, and then came east for grad work, and ended up out here permanently except for a few years when she lived in Europe. My DH spent four years in Europe, too…studying art and backpacking around. I’ve never been. I’ve never been to the left coast, either. I’m like my father. Not a great traveler. I like the comforts of my own habitat. Weird in today’s fast-paced world, I know. And I go when I must - or to see people I want to see - but it’s always such a relief to me to get home again. If my DS hadn’t moved out to LA, I probably never even would have gone there, either. But now I’m going. I vill go, and I vill love it!!! (As the whip cracks across the back of my little homebody brain).

I’m home from work today. Sick as the proverbial dawg - sick all weekend, still sick, and no light appearing at the end of the tunnel. In fact, the weekend felt like just a prelude to the real deal, which is wheezy creaks in my throat when I breathe, completely non-productive, but persistent cough (except when I have medicated myself into semi-oblivion, which I can’t do & go to work) and those nasty sneezes. Ach! Those sneezes! I ate my bag-o-fiber for brekkie - amazing how you can feel so sh*tty and STILL be hungry, isn’t it? It’s dedication like that - eating through sickness and health and until death do us part, etc. - that PUT me in the freaking position of needing to lose 44 pounds! I kinda feel like I breezed right through the first 23 (Could all THAT have been water weight???) and now this last 21 is stuck to me like freaking white on rice.

Ahhhh. I’ve got to grab my book and climb into “Da BIG Chair” in my living room. It has an ottoman, and it’s just soooooo comfy, and if I angle my head just right against the corner of the arm, I can breathe pretty well despite this…black freaking lung…or whatever it is that I’ve got here, and actually doze some. I should’ve slept in the chair last night, but opted for the bed in the guest bedroom so I could stretch completely out. Forget about sleeping in my actual bed with DH. On top of being sick and having a hard time sleeping, I b’lieve I may have mentioned a time or two that he snores? Yeah. So, ’nuff said about that, right?

I may come back and natter on some more later if I don’t up and die within the next few hours. I HAD to go into work yesterday b’cause of deadlines (beware the dreaded DEADline…) and hit an incredible rainstorm on the highway on the way home. An almost exact replica of the experience I had a few Saturdays ago driving to the grocery store. This time the water didn’t get quite so deep on the roadway, and it didn’t last as long - took about ten minutes, and I was through it - but it was another of those white-knuckled driving experiences that are getting a might too frequent in these parts. There is a DEFINITE change in the weather patterns, whether you think Al Gore is full of it or not!

VERY few posts on my regular thread yesterday or today. Just a few of the oldies but goodies. No noise, even, from the interloper. Be funny, wouldn’t it, if he managed to demolish the whole thread just from starting all that controversy? Ah, well. Lotsa vacays and some back-to-schools (Teachers, not students; these are old folks). It’ll go where it goes.

But I always thought that I’d see you again,

E!