So my new job in Santa Monica is going fine. I mean, I haven't the slightest idea what I’m doing of course, but they cater breakfast and lunch. I had the turkey avocado club.

Now, my commute, the 110 to downtown, then the 10 west to Santa Monica is, like…let me put it this way: we’ve all been in bad traffic before, but I had never engaged the E-brake. People read the morning paper. My 19 mile drive is 15 minutes shorter than the technician’s, who comes from Ojai. I’m not making this up.

Oh and by the way, I’m glad I now have the internet so I can be reminded of the fact that I never get email and have no life, much more often.