It’s Sunday night and Los Angeles is bracing for a three day storm. We are buckling down in the apartment and prepared to stay in. I can’t feed the birds outside because the seed will turn to mush. But I did feed the little white cat with orange patches that wanders through the yard from time to time. I think it’s a girl. Sundays are always the toughest…
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