It's SOOOO Hot

Things have changed down here. They've turned UP the thermostat. Thankfully, it's raining outside so there is some kind of natural relief from the heat in the house. But only if you're not inside.

But we did get to Plotnik's favorite Stiletto restaurant last night. It's down in his and Duck's old neighborhood. The freeway was 5 mph from Mummy P.'s entrance at Lankershim Blvd. all the way to Silver Lake Blvd. No accident, just too many freaking people in too many freaking cars.

Luckily, none of them seem to know about El Caserio.

The food was, if possible, better than ever. The lomo saltado (beef strips and gravy soaked french fries and tomatoes) was delectable. The sancocho (a beef-stock soup that tastes like your Ecuadorian grandma made it) disappeared in a flash. We got a side order of patacones (hard fried bananas), to go with the sweet bananas, and then they brought a slice of pumpkin pie with a candle on it (supposedly the evening was to belatedly celebrate Plottie's birthday). The best news was Mummy P. herself held up all evening, though she is now fairly absent from events, a combination of pain in her hip, a refusal to get a hearing aid and just the passage of time.

She needs heat. Plot and Duck feel this morning like someone dropped a hot paper bag over their faces and tossed them in the De-Energizer. Rain, beautiful rain.

Coffee. Must go out for coffee.