As I crumble within
But legends are made
Out of vulnerable men

Bubba Sparks, "Deliverance"
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As blue skies return to the Conejo valley, I have to say that being 10 minutes away from a blazing inferno puts one's household in perspective. Of course, I stopped thinking about it once I realized that a) the fire was 15 miles away, b) many homes more expensive than mine would have to go first, c) the Army would probably be involved if it ever got to that, and d) there's nothing I can do about it anyway.

Besides, there's no way I can pack my brand new refrigerator or the Viking, so what's a few articles of clothing in the long run?

I saw a dog in the back of a truck this morning that looked like a grown-up version of Dale & Marie's little Maggie, so I thought I'd wax a little nostalgic, but then I realized that I haven't been feeling very nostalgic lately. It feels weird to be sitting here and trying to force an emotion that doesn't exist. There are times when you think to yourself, "I should be feeling excited right now," or "I should be feeling despondent." This forum ceased (a long time ago) to be about acting as a social director and informing of you all of activities and gatherings. Instead it's (d)evolved into me ranting and raving for whatever reason, during which I might actually deign to mention some sort of current event.

I'm not here to tell you that's going to change or anything. I just find that kind of interesting. I should be feeling relaxed.