I have to go see Darrell soon, but had to come home and get conscious first. Today I have put the following into my body: one Tylenol 3 with Codeine, two Aleve, two Tylenol and one Advil. Talk about a pharmacy. Once the headache started to subside I felt nauseated from the influx of medicine! YIKES! I may leave church after worship tonight so I can get to bed at a decent time. I definitely feel bad. Two people told me I had a migraine—I don’t really believe that but I sure did feel lousy. If I did not have my meeting with Darrell I would not step foot outside this house tonight, but I can make it. I added caffeine to the medicinal supply too. There is SO much to do before I leave—planning to travel is always much more work than travel itself, but since I am out of the habit I forget little nuances. I will be back in the habit soon, though, and I am glad. I think I will always travel.

I will also sleep in a bit tomorrow. Normally I am up at 5 a.m. but now my overpriced idiotic electric company, with one day’s notice on a WORKDAY, informs us our power will be off from 4:30 to 5:30 a.m. What a lousy time. I don’t know if my alarm clock back ups even work. I use a couple so that one backs up the other. But I hate CA utility companies anyway, so I would have hated whatever they did because the utility rates are so infuriating. But I need to sleep too. BADLY! And I have to get up by 4 Friday to leave so tomorrow is it.

Anyway, I am not very exciting because I feel so physically lousy. It happens—at least I am not truly SICK. Now I am going to watch a bit of the Yankee game and get ready—have to be at the church at 5 and it is 4 now—I will give myself half an hour—the merge with the 5 will delay me a bit at that time of day—especially with all the mass transit on strike—and the grocery stores-and a sheriff’s department sick out… as I wrote to someone last night:

Well, the grocery workers are on strike so it is hard to buy food--the busses are on strike so the freeways are more jammed and the sheriff's office is having sick out and so the crowded freeways and violent supermarkets picket lines are a free for all. Ah, life in Los Angeles. Go East. Go very far East!