So yesterday I came home from work and walked in to find David panting on the couch like a dog overheating in a car, all sweaty and lethargic and scared. We've not been able to keep the windows open or run the air due to the fire nastiness and David's been sitting at home sort of losing his mind (it has been VERY hot). So we had an emergency Must Go To The Movies night. We saw Hot Fuzz, which ended up being totally awesome, hilarious, and fun.
The air is still really gross, here in Burbank and over the hill in Los Feliz. My eyes are watery and my chest is tight, but the fire at this point is 75% contained. The park is in bad shape and I'll try to take some pictures when it re-opens.