And finally, summer descends upon us and surrounds Los Angeles with her smothering wings this week, way later than usual. It rained this year a fair amount more than usual as well, with our having showers well into April, for god's sake ( which is a bit like having a 60degree day in July in the Midwest. It *could* happen, yes, but it really would be weird). So those fantastically oppressive oven-like days have been slow in coming, but here they are.

And I am officially dehydrated. I woke up today feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, after sleeping a good 14 hours. I'm pounding the Gatorade and water as we speak, and I feel a tad better. Two days into summer and I'm already blasted by the heat. I can only hope this will be a mild season, keeping temps under 90 and some nice breezes along with them.

Hope springs eternal. People in hell want ice water. I long for a boyfriend with a pool or a house by the sea. How loftily I dream.....and look for low-fat ice cream bars.