Hi everyone,
Sorry for the recent radio silence. I’ve been riding horses and “living in the moment,” which is my preferred euphemism for ignoring several deadlines. Some personal-life shrapnel also flew in from stage left, as it does. We carry on.
Anyway: Los Angeles, 5:30 p.m., pitch black. The city has apparently entered its gothic era. The sky is doing a full East Coast cosplay: dumping rain, moody, slightly apocalyptic. I’ve never seen LA like this, and frankly, I feel tricked.
We’re also approaching that time of year, or at least close enough that I’ve finalized my outdoor lighting scheme with my Christmas-lights guy. (Yes, I have a Christmas-lights guy. He bravely tangles with thousands of twinkle lights so I don’t have to.) I’m currently avoiding buying myself anything by making a Christmas list like a small child writing a letter to Santa.
