Mad Dogs and...

[kevin_standlee]

...people needing to collect packages from the post office, in my case. The thermometer read 42°C on the back patio (not in direct sunlight) when I got done with Day Jobbe and drove to the post office. I normally walk, but the heat is too much for me.

As luck would have it, when I got home I got an e-delivery notice for another package, but the way of such notices is that the item won't be there until tomorrow at the earliest. However, had I gotten it before I went out today I would have put off today's trip to save ventures into the blazing heat.

Of course it could be worse. The people fighting the many wildfires, including the large one northwest of Reno not far from where I once lived when my father was stationed on the Laufman Ranger District of the Plumas National Forest, have it much worse than I.

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[wild_patience]

I was very glad when, a few years ago, my niece's husband stopped jumping into these fires and started teaching college courses on fire fighting/management. They've got three (very cute) kids and I was so worried about him every fire season.

[kevin_standlee]

My father was leading a fire crew once and nearly got trapped by a fire. He told me that this was before he met my mother, so if the fire hadn't jumped over them, I wouldn't be here to tell the tale.