At 2:10 AM, I received an e-mail from Holly, a reader of this site who was worried that I was still standing outside my home waiting for the poison gas to dissipate. I appreciate your concern, Holly, but no. I got in about ten minutes after the previous post and immediately got busy closing windows and drawers, putting all my food items back in their proper places and, in general, making my house my home again. Thanks to my incredible housekeeper Dora and my amazing assistant Jane, everything was returned here to normal quicker than I could have imagined.
In fact, things are so normal here now that I'm up in the middle of the night writing so I saw Holly's worried message as soon as it arrived.
Right after I posted that message, a neighbor came by to ask me how things were going. I pointed to a worker who was up the roof of my house letting down the last of the tarps and I said…
An exterminator on the roof. Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of West Hollywood, you might say every one of us is an exterminator on the roof, trying to scratch out a simple, pleasant development deal without breaking his neck…
My neighbor didn't get it but you do, right? Sigh.