Busy Day And My Play

Busy day, which is all to the good. I met Suzanne at 9:00 am at our mutual entrance path and we went off to WinCo. I got everything on my long list--so satisfactory--including big, bulky paper towels, heavy items like cans of beets, and a plethora of fresh veggies. While we were there, I ran into Chuck, who lives in our complex; he asked if I'd like a ride home. This is the guy who ignored me the first few time I said hello, so I was pleased he got over his shyness or whatever it is. Home and I put everything away, feeling as if I had enough supplies for the next year. (Ha! I already ate the broccoli and put the tissues in three places.)
After lunch, I hopped on a bus, took a few things back to the library in town, then walked the usual down Main. I picked up some DVDs from Santa Paula Animal Rescue thrift store, then went back to the library and took Tony Curtis'es autobiography out. I've read this before and it's mildly interesting--I just felt like something Hollywood.
Waiting for the bus home, I struck up a conversation with a young (ish--she's 55) woman. We chatted and I liked her. Kendra's had a difficult life--Mum left Da when she was six months old, no sibs, the two moved to Hollywood and Mum had a few extra and walk-ons in the movies. Kendra herself had cancer,  diagnosed in 2015 and it sounded as if it was pretty bad. I noticed that Kendra had a close-fitting hat on and that her eyebrows were penciled in. I have the idea she lost her hair and it never grew back. Anyway, we sat together and I liked talking to her. She told me she's an activist and had been the coordinator for the Green Party. She had just come from the "Justice For All" women's march in town, which I had half planned to attend, but decided against. It seemed to me one of those contrived "pink hat" non-events, sponsored by the very corporations and people behind the non-justice in this country. However, I did like Kendra and gave her my card. We'll see if she gets in touch.
Speaking of which: My nephew, Patrick, the otolaryngologist at Johns Hopkins, wrote back in response to my questions about vocal cords. I think I can work his answer into my play, but wrote him back to clarify. Here he is, my brother, Frank's boy; he looks a lot like my father:
https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/profiles/results/directory/profile/0016558/patrick-byrne

Good grief, I just got up at 7:20!  And--bad grief--my cold seems to have returned or it never went away. Damn, now I'll have to decide on a strategy: treat the symptoms, rest, and drink lots of liquids or ignore it and assume it'll go away.  I usually do the latter, I'm afraid...