Buck left for home this morning at 5. So now I get around to my workaday world — meetings with the rabbi and the people we want to be our producers for the television project. Then to Israel on Thursday.

I am making it all sound grim, even though it is not. I find it hard to be grim on Sunset Blvd. Though it would help if there were no morning fog outside.

Where to go: find (again) the little bakery that Sid took me to on Saturday… It is called the Sugarplum. It is near the Fairfax area, which seems to be right next to West Hollywood.

Where is East Hollywood, by the way? Does it exist, even? No one ever mentions it. Maybe that’s the great urban secret of southern California.