It was hot last week, 109 degrees anywhere inland and flat.  And however great the eastside is, if you don't live up the hill, you are inland and flat. I like the heat, I like the sauna.  But I also like it for its contrast to the perfect SoCal weather. Perfect SoCal weather = warm, on the edge of hot during the day, and then a drop off in evening air temp that makes you get your sweater... add, just a little wind or rain to wash the sky clear.


It was one of those days, one of the first few of the season.


I slept late, woke up happy *sandwiched in on the second day of a three day week-end*, and made coffee. I talked to my sister on the phone and went to Missy's yard in Silverlake  The champagne and cupcakes were extraordinary- but we also got the gratuitous rainbow, lavender sunset
and then, rare thunder and lighting.


I am glad I was listening to music and_ awake, to hear the rain. Its a very good Los Angeles day, 3 am, the rain stopped. Its so quiet, except for the idle sound of a skateboard being flipped up against the wet curb.