Burn Baby Burn

We're here in the "disco inferno", aka Southern California -presently the fire capital of the nation. She burns every year, with not enough time to recover in between. Certainly I could come up with some religious metaphor about destructive flames that would condemn Los Angeles, but isn't Las Vegas 'Sin City' - therefore, more burn worthy? Yeah, it's a toss up.

Anyhoo, to respond to well-being queries:

1. Yes, we are okay.
2. No, we are not directly threatened.

HOWEVER, we are suffering!!!!! The sky is all gray and smoky. The air is full of ashy stuff. The smell is a rancid combo of campfire and burnt rubber. It's hard to breathe and we're all staying inside, thank you very much. Even the kiddos at Dalton's school have lost recess privileges, the poor dears - I mean the teachers, of course.

Okay, okay - that's not really suffering. That's inconvenience and a cough.
We still have our lives and our possessions. (cue John Lennon's Imagine)

My sister Christy told me about a cousin who got evacuated at 11pm and found out her house had burned by 5 am. Single mom, 4 kids. THAT's suffering.