September 4, 2004
The coastal highway was knotted up this afternoon. I didn't know when the Ski Haus closed, but that Mexican place near Malibu Canyon was calling my name. By the time I got down to Santa Monica, the place was shuttered. Curiously, that ad agency next door had a lot of activity. It's usually the other way around. I got home in time for the magic hour. Of course, all the lights were on for my return. That's something I do miss, turning on my own lights when I get home. It's been longer than you might think.