snowless

Last night I was reading Paul Eprile's stupendous new translation of Colette's Chéri (published by NYRB), and then I dreamed I'd been chosen to write the screenplay for a film of Chéri. I was delighted, though a bit worried I wouldn't have time to finish revising my own novel. When I woke up, I remembered there already is a (pretty good) movie of Chéri, and that I have no interest in writing screenplays. Then I remembered that the life and work of Colette is an important thread in my novel.

Meanwhile, it rained a lot in Los Angeles (which gave me a headache), and some parts of Southern California got snow, but I am, as ever, snowless in Silver Lake.

ETA: But! when I was in my car just now, I discovered there is a ton of snow on the nearby hills. (Being in my car, I couldn't take a picture, and then I drove down the hill and the snow was no longer visible.)