Waking in a bed more comfortable than my own to the sound of JD getting ready for sailing class. Emerging from said bed to discover a pot of coffee and a note waiting.
Yogurt with honey.
Two hours of yoga.
My Ipod intuitively playing the right songs on shuffle.
A cold bottle of Perrier and a banana.
A ride on the back of Bryan's motorcycle, and not thinking too much about my father's mangled leg, or, potentially, my own.
Conversation with Bryan over a cheddar, onion and avocado crepe at Local.
Riding my bike to Griffith Park. Finishing a book, splayed out on a blanket. Pace of reading hindered only slightly by screaming kids climbing my favorite tree. Happiness in knowing these children are not mine.
The sound of a party in the distance, a chorus singing "Happy Birthday."
Riding my bike downhill.
A drive to the Valley on the near-empty 101. A fellow skater, an accountant, finally does my taxes. And guess what? A refund!
Later, celebration with sex and omelets.