The shelves at H-E-B were pretty much picked clean, and this is at the end of the month, when State workers don't get paid for October work until the first working day in the month of November. There'd been a bargain the house brand of paper towels, which are truly the best paper towels in the land, so there were none of those to be had. All El Galindo corn tortillas had been sold. All cut flowers and most potted flowers had been sold (el dia de los muertos). We mailed the necessary-to-be-mailed inside the post office, so everything should arrive in time. K. was nearly persuaded to see Kill Bill, but not quite. So it was School of Rock. What a shame we could get out to see City Hunter, a fave, at the Alamo Drafthouse.