Hey you, how are you this bright July day? You will be pleased to know that the summer train finally arrived in LA. It must be 150 degrees outside. Dry heat that will singe your nose hairs. I am undone. Completely.
We Californians are a whiny weather-centric lot. If the temperature moves upwards of 75ish, beads of sweat form on our brows. Move below 68 or so and we unpack the fur-lined parkas and snow boots. We can’t help it.
Photos from Susan’s house and garden. We drank sweet tea and lounged about. Discussed novels which take place in Istanbul. I have one on the way. Meanwhile Climates arrived from Netflix. The second I’m done typing this I’m going to lounge about in the air conditioning and watch it! I may need a daiquiri. And a nice pan of ice water in which my hot feet can rest.