Quiet day. A great deal of sleeping and reading and doing of chores was the sum total of my activity. I didn't leave the house except to wander over to the clubhouse to sit in the jacuzzi for 15 minutes this evening. I doodled around at one or two MOOs, having several inane but amusing conversations with strangers, then lost interest and went back to reading. I meant to see a movie this weekend but that would have meant putting on clothes. I am sick of my clothes. I was thumbing through a Nordstrom's catalog longingly last week, but now I'm concerned about ordering from them since they are named in a lawsuit relating to appalling work conditions in textile factories in the Marianas. Guess I'll have to look around elsewhere.
Dixie's off her feed. A combination of missing a day of Benadryl so she could be tested Friday combined with being given things to react to for her endocrine tests has left her lethargic and vaguely unwell. She doesn't even like going for her usual walks. I have to practically drag her outside, then stand around or walk very slowly as she drifts along the sidewalk with her head and tail down. I feel helpless. She'll be better tomorrow, I hope.
Drank a real Coke again today. Not at all satisfying. So sticky and sweet. I hate having gone off Nutrasweet; I miss my Diet Cokes like you wouldn't believe. And they say it's not addictive. I beg to differ. I have definite cravings for them and they don't even taste that great. I stopped drinking them, though, because Nutrasweet does bad things when it hits your stomach. It turns into formaldehyde or some near relation of it. Any doctor I've ever asked about Nutrasweet say it's vile stuff. I'm trying to be sensible and stop drinking any diet sodas. Water and juice, that's the way to go. No more real sugar sodas even if they are carbonated. I'll get back into the carbonated water instead. Eventually, I'll be unable to stand Diet Coke. I've been through this before, you see.
Anyone who has read this diary for a month or two knows that I'm a travel agent, and that I have days when I don't like dealing with clients, but at least I respect them as the people who pay my bills. Apparently, Delta Airlines has lost sight of this fact. Last week Delta instituted a charming little strike against travel agents and anyone who doesn't have Internet access: now they charge $2.00 extra for any ticket not bought on the Internet. Yes, even if you call Delta directly your ticket costs more than if you booked it online. Anyone not privileged enough to own a computer, anyone not mobile enough to get to the library to use a public computer, anyone who wants help planning a trip with more than just airline tickets and hopes to do it all in one stop using an agent, anyone who doesn't have the least idea how to use a computer has just been marginalized. You're not good enough for Delta, I guess. You will pay extra for the privilege of flying with them. And you know they won't stop at a measly two bucks, either.
Don't patronize Delta if you can possibly help it. This is about more than just extra fees. This is just plain discrimination.
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