I had a heart-warming moment in LA.

Our last day in CA, we went back to Pasadena to visit Zankou Chicken. O was not hungry and wanted to be stomping, etc. She would barely let me eat, so Bill took her out after he was done. When I was done, I went out to find them. A woman stopped near me and asked if I was
looking for a man and a baby. I thought it sweet that she was helping me. “I like LA!” I thought to myself happily as the ubiquitous choppers flew overhead — supposedly chasing suspects.
Immediately, I reported to Bill about the woman. He said, “oh, she thought I was abducting O. since O. was screaming ‘mama mama.'” To calm her down, Bill showed O a tractor. Since I found the woman riding her bike about a half block away, I can only assume she figured out that O. was upset and not being stolen.

That would be all we’d need…to have Bill swept up by the LAPD 4 hours before our flight.

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Does anyone have a cure for jet lag? I want to be tough. I want to be a road warrior. Honestly, though, I am wiped out by jet lag. My typical day now is that I am wired at 10, 11, or 12 pm and am up until 1 am. I have to wake up at about 0600. My body really wants to sleep until 8 or 9.

I keep telling myself that I only experience a 3-hour difference. What makes this jet lag so hard to shake?

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Torrential downpour yesterday. I was delighted to be back with the rain. Desert life is not for me. I would drink water and then, 10 minutes later, be thirsty again. I saw the dry, crusty landscape and wanted to come back to my humid, watery Washington.