You know, it’s weather like this that keeps you locked up inside your house because it’s too damn hot. And when there’s eight hundred (give or take four hundred) wildfires blowing around Northern California and killing people’s homes, they tell you to stay inside because of the air quality.So you leave the house. And while you wait for the air conditioner in your car to blow out cool air because right now, the interior is searing you like Sushi Grade Ahi Tuna, you see the grey hazy air that looks like a foggy winter day, except that you’re beginning to sweat.
A ball hangs in the sky like an out-of-focus fuzzy orange, as if you forgot to put on your glasses. And you hear the news radio guys talking about the heat and the fires and you immediately switch it to your Pink Martini CD to get your mind off this ever-lovin’ heat. You pull up to a red light and take a look at your dashboard:
GAHHH!!!!!
Some anal retentive angel is running around up in Heaven like a headless chicken right now yelling, “Good Lord, who left the oven on? BAWK! BAWK!”
Oh, by the way, did I mention that it’s hot here today?














