A town in the southern part of the county caught fire yesterday afternoon. The smoke sits on the valley. Someone in a truck parked on dry grass, the hot engine set it on fire. Most of the rest of this season's fires came from target shooters, out in the cheatgrass. With no rain, no humidity to speak off, lots of fuel from last year's rainy growth, D's joke about the whole state spontaneously combusting is not quite enough of a jest.
Oh, one other thing, and I don't want to make this political. Drives me crazy when Affordable Health Care is derisively called "Obama-care." Before it was even passed, one of our privileged little residents snarled about some insurance catch 22, and called it Obamacare. Our head of anesthesia is very skilled and caring and I'd trust him as a doctor, but he's politically pretty far right (religious affiliations, I have to assume) and sneers about Obamacare. Now that it's holding, the stories are coming out of the good it has already done countless people, and I heard one comment that I will keep as a mantra. Yes, Obama cares, Romney don't.
That'll do. In twenty years, the reactionary-conservatives will be holding on to it as tightly as they do Social Security, claiming they always loved her.
Moby's been spending most of his nights up on his tree, the former Fortress of Solitude, now his Watchtower. When I get up, he comes down, and sits beside me on the sofa, or on me in the music room chair, depending.