Good morning! I just woke up after sleeping so long that it gave me a backache. I had to get out of bed, I didn't really want to. The flight here was quick because I slept all the way through it. First I went to Charlotte. I barely had time to fall asleep before they landed. The flight to LA was long enough to get some good, solid sitting up sleep. I was in an aisle seat and that's sort of tough but I was tired enough to do it because I had woken up at 2 AM the night before to get ready to go to the airport. To my right, there was a HUGE guy with great big upper arms and the one facing me looked so damned comfortable. I just wanted to put my head there and use it as a pillow but we didn't know each other well enough for that. Anyway, I did wake up as the captain said that we were going over the Grand Canyon but it doesn't look like too much from the sky...of course I was leaning over 2 people and I didn't have my glasses on. I left home without my glasses because I haven't seen them since I had the kids last. I don't know hat happened to them but I'm sure I took them off to play with one of the kids and stuck them somewhere relatively low since we usually play on the floor. I guess they'll turn up eventually. That leaves me with my contacs which aren't really as good as my glasses and they seem to have the postential to cause great eyeball harm. I found that out Sunday night at work. Last night I wore them for a while and they didn't bother me. Of course, they didn't work very well either but that's OK. If there's something that I really want to see, I just walk close to it. My daughter actually lives in West Hollywood so I could go wherever I wanted to go. My daughter is worried about me and wants me to stay here but that's no fun. I don't know how she thinks I made it all the way to this age without her to worry about me. I was here alone before I even had her so I think I can handle the big city. I actually grew up near one and I've been all over a few continents to some of the biggest cities in the world and somehow I made it through all of them. Big cities are full of people and I like people so I'll be fine. We took a wrong turn on the way back from the airport and my daughter got a little bit lost. I said, "Let's pull over and ask for directions." She said, "Mom, people don't do that here." I wondered how they all managed without ever asking for directions. I guess that's what it's like to be a man. Then, last night we went out for dinner and I was cold so that I went for a sweatshirt. My daughter said, "A sweatshirt and a ponytail? Mom, you're in Hollywood, dress like it." I'm pretty sure I don't have any "Hollywood" clothes but my daughter does so she gave me clothes to wear and she straightened my ponytail crinkled hair and decided that I looked good enough. Whatever. She asked me where I wanted to go and I just said, "A diner, you know a regular place with servers and menu's." She gave me two choices and I guess I should have chosen Mel's Diner because the French something something place was more than I expected, wanted or felt like paying. We ordered an appetizer (not something I would think a "diner" would have) and by the soup course, I knew that I wasn't going to make it to the entree. I was right. For bread, they didn't have a simple dinner roll but they did have a blueberry muffin. I couldn't very well slop up turkey graving with a blueberry muffin so I just brought it back here to eat this morning. I still haven't eaten it but I suppose I will if I ever stop eating those candy kiss shaped candy corns. They taste more like white chocolate than they do candy corns, but that's OK, I love white chocolate. OK then. I'm going to go out and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into. I bet I can get into a good bit here if I tried. I sure do miss my computer. OH! Before I go, my daughter shares a house with 3 guys. They are the neatest men that I have ever seen. I'm amazed...I feel as though I might be messing stuff up by touching anything. Oh well, compared to all of them, "I'm an old lady...cut me some slack." Meg