Los Angeles: it's all limousines and jacarandas
This household of doctors didn't achieve verticality until 3:00 PM. We went in search of noodles, and by dint of the awesome power of our combined intellects, located some tasty udon on Fair Oaks. We ate in companionable silence, not for any lack of topics of discussion, but because of the awesome power of our combined hangovers. We drank vast quantities of tea. As we skipped homeward, we paused to compete on the big kid swings in the park (result: stalemate due to nausea) and to stomp the fallen masses of purple jacaranda flowers and crunchy dried leaves. We came back to the house and I finished the first draft of my paper, leaving me free to wake late this morning, read a newspaper over a huge pancake breakfast and snort at the French. It's shaping up to be a good day.