I just caught our 11th stray cat. Not the mangy orange and white one that I really want to catch. The trapping permit runs out Tuesday, so I doubt we’re going to get him. On my way to the shelter, I passed a car fully engulfed in flames on the shoulder of the 101. And when I say fully engulfed, I mean fully engulfed. Human Torch-style. No uneflamed car parts to be seen. Which is eerie because I saw the exact same thing happening on the news earlier on the 118. Then on the way home, I drove through an intersection full of cops where a passenger car had just rammed a bus. I don’t know how you manage to not see a bus, but they managed it. I also passed the burned out skeleton of the flaming car, extinguished by a newly arrived fire engine.
Anyway, maybe the MTA mugging story is stirring up some old anxieties or all the drugs I did back in the 80’s are finally bearing down, but the mojo feels a little strange out there tonight. Just wanted to tell you all to have a safe holiday weekend.