long day of meetings. five and a half miles of walking. nbd. see if i can keep that going when i get home.
back from the mile to the ice machine in the other “wing” of the building. me and my little metal pail…la la. la la la. call me jill.
real creepy long halls, waiting for the kid on his pedal bike.
didn’t sleep well last night, only to wake up to no hot water. could be worse—another lady in the elevator had to switch rooms, as there was water leaking from the light fixtures in her bathroom ceiling.
keep running into people i see every couple of years for these meetings. kind of think we need a secret handshake or to yell nanu nanu.
here’s a sideview of an increasingly well-known chevy, distinguished by it’s wood paneling. it was on a very busy whittier boulevard, so sort of difficult to shoot it from the other side. that, and i was pretty tired by the time i got to it.