6 34 pm pdt [ drive to LA ]

There were two bad parts of my drive. One was a guy who cut me off at 70 miles per hour. I was going the same speed as the person in front of me, but I was using proper following distance and he wanted me to tailgate the person as he was doing to me. What a stupid driver.

The other excitement was the car fire which sparked a brush fire which cause traffic to come to a dead halt at Magic Mountain, where we sat -- unmoving -- for one hour. I was so delighted to finally get home.

I was supposed to go up to my mother's house, but she understands my desire not to drive anymore, so I'll be having dinner with Charles and then I might try to coax him into participating in family card night. It is my sister's last night in town.

There's a sopt on the 5 where there is a dairy farm or slaugterhouse, and the stench of thousands of cows seeps into your car even when the vents are closed.

I really hope this evening is relaxing. I have to move a few more boxes and gather my last minute items to take with me on the plane tomorrow.

[ 3 years: ]

three years ago today: I didn't write because I was backpacking with my beau.

two years ago today: I wanted to write about her, because we stayed up until 1:30 in the morning talking, but I suppose I shall just keep that as a sacred memory of bonding with my sister when she was 13.

one year ago today: He leaned closer and whispered "You're stunning."