What a long, hot, hot day. We started very early - Enzo got up at 530 this morning and took a poop in the potty. We had awesome sour cream banana pancakes that Zoe made, then went off for coffee in Silverlake. It was beyond hot, even at 930 in the morning.

We went furniture shopping afterwards, and tried to manage in the sweltering armpit that is Pasadena, but eventually the heat won and we sought shelter in the house. This would have been fine except that the air conditioner died. Ralph eventually revived it using an age-old Macgyver technique of twisting some twine around the broken pipe, but once the house finally cooled off, believe it or not, the power went out. We were in the throes of making reservations at the local Westin, when Pasadena Water and Power came to the rescue and the power was restored.

We had fish tacos for dinner that we were supposed to have with the Metcalfs for labor day. Enzo loved his panna cotta with balsamic strawberries for dessert. Despite the oppressive, ritual suicide inducing heat today, Enzo managed to stay cheerful and upbeat for most of the day. He tried hard to say "pirate" tonight in the bathtub.