It's dark and drippy here today. Period. No shifting clouds, no drifting fog, just a thick, wet slab of atmosphere crouching over us, leaking.

So I'm fighting back with a shot of golden sun and golden sand and blue, blue sky, none of which we see right now but all of which will return, maybe even today, because that's the way it is here in Malibu, reliably, ridiculously, relentlessly beautiful.