Well, it seems that the building near the building where I work caught on fire a little bit. See news here.
As I leave work everyday in the most capable hands of a great A/V technician (pssst . . . he blogs on occasion here) I tell him, “If the place blows up call me, okay? I have a bag of marshmallows in the trunk of my car. We’ll roast some ‘mallows over the ashes of our building.” Apparently, he didn’t take me seriously because I had to call his cell phone to make sure he was okay and not making s’mores without me.
Speaking of hot . . . it was 101°F on my front porch. My front porch that is covered and on the north side of my house. Ugh.