Traveled Friday and Sunday from LA to ID three planes, Airport hell on Sunday.  Worked for lawyers - dangerous dude tried to steamroll me, when I proved an unmoveable force (at least in public) he got dark.  I can feel him still.  He liked making fun of people.  I shut that shit down before it can happen.  He likes immediate application, I trust people to think for themselves.  Then I get home and mother has food in my fridge.  I feel like she invaded my space.  Overstepped into my boundaries - typical.  Now I have to protect the boundary which I hate to do.  But if I don't...here she comes, and I'll pay for it later. So buck up.   9/11 four vicodin9/12 one and half9/13 four and half vicodin Today so far so good.