I’m off to L.A.

I’m off to Oakland and the airport. Zora is doing well. She seems much better today. But I’m saying that’s due to the switch from percocet to vicodin.

We walked around the park today. She gets short of breath walking up hill. But hell, so do I. She’s up to 1,100 on the breath-o-meter.

Beverly is with her. And Tamara arrives tomorrow. I don’t like the fact I don’t know where or when I will see her next. But I think everything will be OK.