What a crazy week, trying to regroup and settle back into life in L.A. -- we're in a twilight zone, having discarded quite a load of junk including furniture, clothing and knicknacks, bought and sold cars, rearranged our spaces. But here we are, same old surroundings. Everything's different, somehow.

Heather is back again too, this time with her companion Jon, a very charming and sweet guy who got her (and me) interested in the Congress for the New Urbanism, national conference to be held this week in Pasadena (that's partly why they're here).

I survived drinks and dinner at Mezbaan in Pasadena, Thursday, yummy cakes and treats at the Alcove again on Friday, then Saturday the four of us started at Pedals in Santa Monica, braved a stand-up burger dining experience at Father's Office, and finished up at the gorgeous bar called Toppers at the top of the Huntley (formerly Radisson), also in Santa Monica, which has a killer view of Santa Monica, Malibu, and the ocean. We drove all the way back out on Sunday for breakfast at the Georgian, where they were staying, to revisit our wedding night digs!

Sunday afternoon, Akhil and I konked out for naps but made it back out for Star Wars: Episode III. Gotta see it, whether you think Lucas is FX-loony or not.