Guess where I was this weekend? That’s right, mysterious Twin Peaks. I had no idea it was a real place. In any case, it was right down the road from Lake Arrowhead and was absolutely gorgeous, as you can see here. I’m further encouraged to continue my efforts to plan a road trip up the coast with the end goal of Seattle. Until then, I’ll have to content myself with the creature comforts of my apartment.
I know other parts of the country might be experiencing slightly hotter temperatures than Los Angeles, but seriously, anything over 100 degrees is murderous, in my book. It’s like comparing death from 75 stab wounds to one resulting from a mere 55.
But the heat wouldn’t be so bad if our city weren’t FRIGGIN’ ON FIRE. And I’m not trying to be metaphorical here, folks. You can see the smoke rising from the hills along the Hollywood freeway.
It didn’t actually dawn on me the other day why my allergies have turned me into a blurry-eyed, Zombie-faced mess until I stepped outside and saw my car covered in a thin layer of ash.
But have no fear, Los Angeles, I’m not bailing on you just yet. Despite that fact that your overly dry sense of humor and fiery temperament have created some disastrous results, I’m not evacuating just yet. At least, not until I absolutely have to.
Continuing the theme of making changes to welcome the coming of a new year, I’m going to see if I can’t turn myself into an early bird in the upcoming weeks. For a couple of months when I was heavy into the running, I was getting up at the crack of dawn to meet up with my running buddy and neighbor Mauricio to make the trek up to Bronson Canyon.
Now, I’ve got a new go-to canyon and a new running buddy because Mauricio lives too far away at this point. However, one of the benefits of having a live-in boyfriend is getting to drag him into my self-improvement ventures.
That said, it’s a shame I can’t figure out a way to get him to aid me in my quest to stop biting my nails. Well, “aid” in a way that doesn’t include him swatting my hand any time he catches me doing it, which is what he does now.
In the face of this new undertaking, coffee will be key. Of course, that probably means a few months from now, I’ll be writing a post entitled, “Chasing the Caffeine Dragon.”
Apropos of nothing in particular, here are some pictures of a Sunset Boulevard at the “Golden Hour.”
Yesterday, I worked from home. I had anticipated that it would be raining hard, like it was the other day. Instead, it was a clear, beautiful day with rain-washed skies and air so cold I could see my breath—a rare occurrence here in L.A. Because of this, I decided to take a hike to Fryman Canyon on my lunch break, as I had vowed to do more regularly as of recently. I even went and bought myself a year-long parking pass for the lot at the base of the hike.
The exercise was exhilarating, almost as much as the view from up above of the city down below. The trees were still dripping with the rain from the previous day, with a beautiful thin white layer of fog twisting in between the fall colors.
At the end of the run, the residential street leading to the parking lot was relatively deserted and car-free since it was the middle of the day and most unlucky schmucks (including me on any other day) were stuck at a lunch break at a restaurant or at their desk. The curbs were lined intermittently with groups of trash cans and an occasional pick-up truck filled with gardening and/or construction equipment of the day laborers hard at work.
A fellow jogger going the opposite direction wished me a “Merry Christmas,” which reminded me how excited I am to be heading to Georgia next week. The icing on the cake was the multi-colored lights lining the front yards of the neighborhood houses. And we all know how much I love those.







































































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