apologies to randy newman

even though i have hella work to do, i decided that lunch out somewheres was in order, even though i spent most of the morning at physical therapy (the highlight: wearing the office-issued orange tank top and blue shorts for my pilates...i felt so pretty).

the mister and i went to favorite neighborhood haunt palermo italian restaurant for their lunch menu - which is the same, prices and all, as their dinner menu. only difference was we weren't stumbling into the restaurant after downing pitchers of stella over at ye rustic (you know who you are, guilty accomplices!).

anyhoo, lunch was fine. then we had to run by the ATM, blah blah, and ended up driving around the nabe looking at some of the houses we almost bought during our two years of looking. long story short, i realized, as i pondered why it was so smoggy out the ocean's way and yet so startlingly clear in the valley (there are many spots here where you can spot both at the same time), that i really do heart l.a., even the nastiest bits (of which there are many).

i can't stand randy newman, so there will be no mp3-ing of his l.a. anthem, but i'll throw this one -- my 2nd favorite l.a. song, btw -- your way:

Los Angeles - Frank Black