The fires all over Southern California have me quite depressed. They're nowhere near me but I wish (a) we spent more money in this country on disaster preparedness and (b) news people thought that covering something like this was not so much about showing destroyed homes and interviewing the poor people whose homes have been destroyed. I also think someone has told them that viewers are more interested in hearing about how animals have been rescued than in how people have been rescued.
I wouldn't make a good TV news reporter. I wouldn't want to bother people in what might well be the worst moments of their lives and I'd feel compelled to put down the microphone and try to help the victims or something.
In other news, it's starting to look like Republicans will be welcoming an accused pedophile into the Senate around the same time the Democrats are getting rid of a guy who sometimes gives unwanted hugs and kisses to adult women. You ever get the feeling that you're watching a game where the two sides are playing with different rule books?
I have to clear my mind of all this and finish what is at least supposed to be a funny script, then I have tickets to a play which I wish I could postpone. So don't expect much here the rest of today. As I say each Christmas when people give me gifts I don't want, I shall return.