The height of silliness is taking a vacation when you don't have a job.
I am dwelling at the top of Mt Silly, as I have done just that... taken a holiday.
One thing you forget about LA is the dense texture of the air you breathe... coming into the valley it was spread over the tops of the hills, looking more like thin material than air. It is hot and steamy and my hair grabs the moisture and curls.
The joy awaiting is, of course, my brother and his wife... two people I love being around. Their dog population has increased, giving me Ella to get used to... a cattle dog/Doberman mix who thinks she is a lap dog, insisting on settling on my bed with me Saturday night, effectively putting me on the very edge as she sighed and stretched out.
She has large teeth, so, I don't argue.
Sunday gave me the best time in a long time.... breakfast with two hot, sexy men... my friends--Peter and Prince. We walked over to an amazing place for food, chatted as if we met every week, laughed, and separated after a few hours, with some plans on doing this again soon... Peter and I will try and meet up for lunch one day before I go. The amazing people you meet via the internet!
I've a week here, still... some legal things to do, some just doing... nothing. The long drive home awaits on Sunday, and thinking about it reminds me why I never would have made it as a pioneer...
I'd have looked at that vast expanse of desert leading to California, turned to my partner and said:
"Let me know when you get there, mmmmmkay??