Next day . . .

This is now so long ago, I can't remember what my notes even mean! Sorry! I'll do the best I can.

It was 85 degrees this morning when I left Vegas this morning at 7:00. A barren landscape from Vegas into California. I was going to go a roundabout route to avoid downtown Los Angeles, but decided to go for it, anyway. I hate city driving, but it actually wasn't too bad. I got lucky.

Before going to my friend Karen's Mom's house, I stopped at Trader Joe's in Westwood to pick up some stuff. Then, I went to the library to work on my writing while I waited for her to get home. There was a guy in front of the library talking to himself. Nothing like LA for scary people!

Karen's Mom is awesome, and I always enjoy seeing her and spending time with her. Across the street from her house, an old senile woman comes out every night . . . apparently like clockwork . . . and starts yelling and screaming at imaginary people. It's somewhere between entertaining and tragic. Sad, really.