Great dinner at le petit Greek in Larchmont - particularly the flaming cheese. Cheese is a beautiful thing, but when you add flame, it becomes magical. (Epic, even.) Parked the car. Across the street the neighbors are having a very low-key but friendly party. Three cats are playing some serious, serious jazz; saxophone, congas and acoustic guitar. All three of them are incredible, but in particular the sax-man has that wabi-sabi beautiful melancholy down cold. It's warm.
Gonna fix a margarita and sit out on the balcony, listen to the jazz, the ocean.