The grocery workers went on strike a few minutes ago, so now even shopping is a chore. I agree with their reason, but I hate LA. This is so typical. I pinpointed it earlier with a bad driving experience. At least I get why.

I guess I will shop at Trader Joe's for food and drive the freeways to Wal Mart for drinks. Winchells and the found mini market will provide my Diet Coke fixes, and by the time I get back from Texas, if not before, I can go to Ralph's again.

Do I have to come back from Texas?

I am supposed to drag my body out of bed in the morning, but I can't even sleep yet. I still don't sleep straight through the night most nights; the doctor says that should stop soon. I read in bed often now. I like that. I have a new mystery novel. It wil be good to travel for real again. I have been homebound too long. I wonder who will be happy to see me tomorrow.

I wonder if anyone is hearing this.

It's the loudest secret ever.