Seems smart to make the title a wild double entendre, because that's the kind of day I'm having. You know when you crash into bed long after midnight but then somehow pull off a solid seven hour stretch of very high quality sleep because you're that tired? That's me today and I'm glad because it's been a weird week so far and it's hopefully going to get less weird but somehow I doubt it.
Los Angeles is burning, emergency room doctors are angels in disguise and trucks suck but so do cars and suddenly everything is a fridge bought after 2015, stupidly poor quality until you get the right mix of parts replaced and then it's okay. So wish me luck? I guess, and yes I know I glossed over the big one here but I keep telling Caleb he should be happy he got out at the top of the market in Malibu because I think that house is gone now. Then I got mired in watching the Getty villa burning and thought it was the Hearst mansion but it isn't and I'm not good with sprawling geography so there you go.
That wasn't the big one. We're all good. Again, love on your local Emergency room. They're out here doing the lord's work and getting abused for it.