before we fully embark on our day here in southern California – recipe for a perfect Friday:
a simple breakfast, writing.
an attentive dog.
lots of european press.
Monocle radio. (on the iTouch, beamed in via London.)
deep bubble bath, by candlelight (so decadent in the daytime hours)
a drive around sleepy hills above silverlake, while most people are still dozing or stretching or dreaming up new movie plots to pitch to studios when everyone returns post-thanksgiving.
and stopping in at cafe tropical, on sunset boulevard, to admire the balloons.