As in, take a long hike off a short pier. Preferably into deep water with an anvil in your underwear. (Not a euphemism.)
As every month in the past four years or so has gotten steadily worse with only occasional bright spots (surgeries survived, great new job, fun trip in late 2018, Super Bowl champs, comet!) it’s gotten almost ridiculous how events come up some days and your only reaction is, “Really? REALLY??!! Where did THAT plot twist come from? That’s not believable, even Lot didn’t have that many bad things happening in such a short period!”
Yesterday we got the little earthquake to remind us to check our emergency bags. Today I was reminded why as much as I love flying things, I sort of hate hearing multiple helicopters and sirens. It might be a car chase or some other police activity, but you get to know the difference in sound between police sirens and fire truck sirens, and the helicopters sound different too, so at some point fairly quickly your subconscious says, “Maybe you should stick your head out the front door?”
Never good. Maybe it’s just a house or a car or something small…
Or, not. Good thing that it’s only 104°F out there and 14% humidity…
Fortunately Ventura and LA County Fire Departments are jumping on these little brush fires really fast and hitting them hard. This one was about two miles from us and even in this second picture which is only about a half hour after the fire started, you can already see the big fire-fighting bombers circling and dropping Phos-chek.
It was out in a couple of hours and it only burned 27 acres with no homes lost, so that’s a win.
But it’s time to review our evacuation plans and our 30-second, 5-minute, 15-minute, and 60-minute checklists.
It’s going to be a long summer. On top of COVID, fascism, and *waves hands vaguely* everything.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 
Glad your contingency plans are fully armed and ready to go.
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