Why am I hearing fireworks?…

Yesterday: The North Avenue Irregulars. Today: The Andromeda Strain. My personal 1970s film festival is off to a great start.

Since I do it exponentially less often than I, say, visit Disneyland, it’s worth tweeting: I am ironing a shirt.

Stuck on the I-5 somewhere in San Juaquin Valley, traffic stopped, some smoke up ahead, 109 degrees, no clue what is happening. Fun.