We have survived. Even though we're not in the California part of California, we're still enough in California to know that we don't go outside when it's raining. The outside was not so lucky however, as much of it is already outside, and quite a bit of it has already been washed away to lower elevations. Or at least onto poor I-80, which is buried in mud and closed right now.
Ah, most excellent--you still have communications!
Do not panic! That is critical. I am sending hundreds of semi trailer trucks your way, and they can usefully form long lines wherever the interstate is closed off.
While you are waiting for the trucks to arrive, you can stay busy lashing together empty oatmeal canisters to make an emergency life raft--just in case.
And finally, remember that if things get to the point where all looks hopeless and the floods are about to seize you and take you away, take pictures and post to AttackPoint so that people can write things like "Oh, no!" and "How sad."
Hey, what about some concern for the Santa Cruz Mountains, er, Islands? We're only about a third as high as biggins & co; the ocean is starting to lap at the bottom of our driveway. Fortunately, we have a lot of oatmeal canisters.
There are some who think if the Forest of (evil) Nisene Marks were to wash away, it would not be an altogether bad thing. Not that I'm one of those peoples. However, if the rains somehow washed away all the poison oak, I could get behind that.
If things should really get bad, I suggest you head for the high ground of Skyline Drive. Maybe if you were real nice, Neil Young would let you hang around at his place. Having along the oatmeal canisters could not hurt, since they could potentially be turned into additional speakers.
What I really want to know (but don't dare ask biggins), is if all this rain rushing downhill is going to start some new gold diggins. Haven't we all been miners of hearts of gold?