My little neighborhood seems to be too close for comfort to the giant brushfire menacing the western San Fernando Valley. A police cruiser went up and down our street at 3 AM suggesting voluntary evacuations for people, but immediate evacuations for horses. The horses didn’t think this was fair, and I heard a lot of grumbling about specieism. My kids got the day off from school, which is as close to a snow day as they’ll ever know. This fire started yesterday and the ensuing snarled freeway traffic led my commute to a recordpbreaking length of two hours. Right now the wind is blowing the fires away from me, which is good, but towards other people, which is bad.