Trouble in Paradise

No, it’s not nearly as bad as Sri Lanka, obviously, or even Europe, but it’s been raining pretty hard in Southern California lately, seemingly without stop.
And, no, this is not my house. We’re still here, despite the local monsoons, which are the worst I’ve seen since the Seventies when I remember cars washing down Laurel Canyon to Sunset Boulevard, practically to the late-lamented Schwab’s Coffee Shop. Several rooms of my mother-in-law’s house in Sherman Oaks–that’s “The Valley” to you outliers–are presently flooded. Moon Unit Zappa jokes are not appreciated.