Back from a music rehearsal. I will rant more in tomorrow's notes, but these absolute Nazi cretin bastards at eight-thirty in the morning on a Sunday had the I5 shut down to ONE LANE for seven miles. It took forty minutes to go go five of those miles. I hurled some vile epithets as I drove by the workers who, you know, were sweeping the freeway so that it's spotless. I was so angry I couldn't even see straight. I tried a new route going home, and while it adds fifteen minutes to the drive, I think I'm going to try it tomorrow because I think it will avoid most of the Hollywood and downtown and I5 traffic - it's taking the 134 to the 210 east which junctions to the 57 which goes all the way to the 91 and lets me off one off-ramp before I get off for the Chance. So, I'll save ten minutes on the 91 (it takes ten minutes to junction from the 5 to the 91 and then drive all the way to the off-ramp you need for the Chance).
Rehearsal went pretty smoothly. The guy who read for General Mills, while a very nice chap, is not up to the task.