We expected our favorite Sunday night walk to be as deserted as a zombie apocalypse since, as I’d previously shared, Southern Californians had rather crawl through broken glass than get out in the rain. But I guess we’ve had so much lately the dams, both literally and figuratively, finally broke. Everywhere we looked the slow-moving throngs dashed this way and that, like runover dogs just realizing their fate. Restaurants were at near capacity and coffee shops were full. The line was even down the street for the cinema. Weirdest thing since I’ve been here, and I’ve seen some weird stuff. Must be the holiday tomorrow as Angelenos usually deal with inclement weather the same way the green witch did a bucket of water. I like my rainy LA without people moving around in it. Don’t get me wrong – I still love the rain, but being around so many others pretending, and not very well, to enjoy it, was just too much. Thankfully home, we’ll shake off the experience with a pot of homemade soup and a hot toddy, or something equal parts of both. I’ll call it the Zombie Apocalypse.