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.