I was all excited for the weekend — JB and I were going to grab some lawn chairs, sandwiches, and water balloons and go up into the hills to watch the fires. Then God showed up and decided that it should snow in October in Los Angeles. Understand that the temperature was in the nineties earlier in the week, but as soon as the weekend arrived it dropped fifty degrees and poured rain and snow. Now, this freakish weather is all good for the people whose homes were saved, but there would have been a sort of fiendish joy in watching houses built in once-remote canyons go up in flames. Oh well, in another six months the rains will be here and houses will be washing downhill in mudslides. Never a boring moment in this town.
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell