A magnificent day here in Southern California. There is not a cloud in the sky. The air is dry and clean. The temperature is about 70. I was awakened by a maddening text from my bank. An immense overdraft caused by a check to Los Angeles County for property tax — half of one year — for this house in Beverly Hills that I am sitting in right now. It rocked me on my heels.
Obviously, I have to pay it. So, there it is.
