There's nothing like Los Angeles' light and skies and clouds and skyline when it's clear.
So there's all of that.
This morning, I turned on the radio as I drove Sophie to school and heard the crusty voice of Bill Clinton being interviewed about his new book. I don't know about you, but I still love Bill Clinton. I don't care, and never did, about his sexual peccadilloes and when I hear his voice, I sit up and listen. Call me stupid, call me naive, tell me I'm a sucker, but I sit up and listen and always, always feel like here's a man who knows what's going on, who's brilliant and passionate and engaged in every sense of the word and he makes me feel better about that world.
Today, I feel better about that world -- at least as long as Obama is in charge and the whole pack of Republican candidates for president keep digging those graves of theirs.
There you go.
I hope you all have a good day. I'm going to try.