Velly velly good food tonight

Kirit the Driver knows great Indian food. I can say that with confidence, after our feast (out in Wembley, of all places) this evening. Sadly, Greg and Leenie didn't go with John and me, as Greg was not feeling quite up to the trip. But we were up to it, and then some. It was a very plain but very fine restaurant, in a heavily Indian neighborhood; one of Kirit's friends works next door to the restaurant, and joined us for a foursome. It was vegetarian Southern Indian continent style of food, and there was a lot of it, all wonderful.
So here we are back in Kensington, safe and sound and full, and ready for bed. We are very relieved to get good news from Santa Barbara, where Mary Jane has been of great concern to us, but seems to be out of danger now, thank God.
Santa Barbara is having other troubles, I hear from Aunt Poo (known to some, perhaps, as my sister Melissa); the Zaca Fire ashes have been stirred up by Santa Ana winds and the air is a mess -- I'm grateful not to be there, as that kind of air quality caused my pneumonia this summer, and I don't need that again.
Tomorrow we will be resting and packing and getting ready to head south to Roma on Wednesday. Also, Lily comes home tomorrow from her time with her dad, and I really have missed having her here, so looking forward to that.
All is well at 4 Cope Place tonight, as I pray it is for all of you.