Los Angeles is in the middle of a deluge of almost biblical proportions. We drove home in rain that made it almost impossible to see. The water poured down the freeway in rivers, and on the way home we kept seeing one accident after another. The sky was split open, and the ocean and sky were ready to meet. Happy to be home. It’s nice to get back home. Even if it’s just cleaning up, pulling ourselves together. I can feel in my bones that 2016 is going to be such a great year. Great books, friends, stories, journeys, parties, big love.