Lordy, I am finally back home. The work session with the copyist took close to five hours. At that point there was no way I was getting on the freeway in horrifying rush hour traffic, so I went to a couple of stores in Westwood, bought a couple of Blu-Rays I didn't have (Meet The Robinsons, which I very much enjoyed the first time I saw it, and something else I can't remember). I killed about an hour and fifteen minutes, then decided to brave Beverly Glen to get over the hill, and much to my surprise and delight there wasn't really any traffic to speak of and I was back in the Valley twenty minutes later. I went to Jerry's since I hadn't eaten a thing. There I had to endure a table of thirty fourteen year old girls screaming at the top of their lungs, AND some beer-guzzling yahoos sitting at the bar watching basketball and screaming at the top of THEIR lungs, what with being as emotionally mature as the table-full of fourteen year old girls. I left with a headache, but the food was fine. I must now sit on my couch like so much fish.
