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Anaheim In June Thursday, Jun. 19, 2008 - 9:44 a.m. I traveled to Anaheim yesterday, and discovered once again that there are lots of nice people at the Oakland International Airport who will reach over and help you with your stuff in the interest of getting through the security line faster. Of course, being at death's door over Memorial Day Weekend and having a tendency to perspire until my bangs turn into a handlebar moustache might also have been a factor, but I'd like to just think people are nice. --- A great big thank you to my husband John, who got up extra early to take me to the airport, and then turned around and drove back into town and went to work for an eight hour day. Thank you, sweetie! --- Old Buddy Dave is his usual self and is extra patient with me as I adjust to the warmer temperatures here. Those weird skin outbreaks that I get when I'm warmer than usual are still nowhere in sight, thanks to adhering to the advice of Scott Hysmith, who said to reduce sugar intake and step up my yogurt consumption. My usual coping strategies for the warm weather are working just fine, except for the fact that a misting bottle I brought down with me disappeared shortly after I began using it. I think Solange (Dave's Siamese cat) used it for a game of Scooty Bop, but so far nobody has been able to prove anything. Dave installed a bedroom window shelf for her since the last time I was here; it's carpeted, but I'm still inclined to think that at some point, I'm going to forget it's there and open one of my eyebrows on the corner closest to my luggage. Keep your fingers crossed that I survive. Today's mission is to head out and find another squirt bottle; there's a Sally Beauty Supply conveniently close to a Hometown Buffet, where there's good lunchy stuff available for around eight bucks a head for all you can snarf. Haven't seen Roomie Jim yet, but I think he came and went while I was asleep. In other words, everything is basically normal here. --- Nothing else to report; have a really good Thursday. ---
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