My corner of the world continues to be hit by nameable storms that coalesce within weeks of each other. They roll up the coastline from Central America one after another. Polo, Simon, Trudy, Vance… aspects of El Niño keep appearing during a time when dry winds are supposed to blow from the deserts. The sunny Southern Californias aren’t exactly known for humid wet atmospheric chaos, but here we are in an flipped weather cycle. And it has been rather wild for a mild place. The obscenity of being in 105f degrees in the month of October got me thinking nature was trying to finish all its pan de muerto baking before Day of the Dead. The building I live in easily turns into the Easy Bake Oven I never wanted as a child. So the heat jumps. We dry and fry to dust. Then we are “relieved” by the potential of flooding, sink holes, landslides, ‘clean’ water and power outages– what elsewhere is known as 'a bit of rain.' And I, being the Highly Sensitive Person that I am, can feel the storm...