mini vacation

I've been in LA since Thursday night, visiting Greg and Spooge (the best dog in the world), and Eric; and all the kitties who live here in the 'hood.
I just woke up from long afternoon nap; it's dark. Greg is still sleeping, and Spooge, a very handsome pit-lab, is somewhere behind me, licking himself.
slurp, slurp.
He got in a fight the other day (tried to hump a full grown male pit bull, who didn't take to the idea and whom Greg picked up and threw over a fence, twice). Now Spooge has a number of owies; the white bandage on his leg was actually quite fetching.
Speechless, Greg's adopted orange tomcat, still meows a lot, and he's gotten a lot bigger since I was here last. Jack and Percival are still here, too, and a few cats I don't know. Tough street kitties who looove to be scritched and petted and provided with laps. I'm relieved to see them; kitties who roam the back streets of Inglewood don't always live to be old.
It's green in LA this time of year; lots of things are blooming in Greg's garden and flower boxes. The jasmine is divine; the bougainvillea (had to look that up) is gorgeous, and the hills look practically lush.
the sky is big.
We had an incredibly scrumptious dinner last night at Chameau. We did not know that "celebrities" are often spotted there. We didn't see any. But we were treated like regulars, and the food was unbelievably good.
I have a hangover. But I'm comforted by the thought that I'll never again see the people I met at that party last night.
tonight we're going to make a big fire, and have a barbeque. I'm hungry.