My stay out here in Los Angeles continues to be hectic and today I am officially a bad dad. My daughter has been cramming for the big English Language Assessment Tests for New York State for weeks now. She's nine. The tests are used by New York State to determine if she can get into the selective public middle schools. On last year's practice test I am proud to say she got 100%. She's an amazing little girl.

I make a point of calling the kids (or they me these days) once a day when I'm away but today I didn't remember until I was in the middle of yoga. I hadn't been in months and my body really craved it. When I got it it was too late on the East Coast, the kids were in bed. The test is tomorrow. I've set my alarm for four a.m. so I can wake up and wish her good luck before school starts.

LA is rainy and cold. I'm shivering all the time and everyone here is sick. You don't see this wintery LA on Baywatch. Since it is usually not cold the houses aren't really insulated.

Still, I went to yoga for the first time in months and my body just rejoiced. For as movie minded and superficial as this town is, there still can be found some wonder here.