Monday afternoon, I began what's supposed to be roughly a 40 minute drive to Temecula to visit Katie so that we could have dinner and catch up a little after her road trip. In the distance, I see what I assume are clouds, until traffic begins to slow and it turns out that the oddly shaped clouds are actually plumes of smoke from a brush fire on the southbound side of the I-15. The splash of red in the picture is not actually fire, but brightly colored retardant being dumped from a small plane.
Before you get on me for taking photos on my cell phone while I should have been focused driving in a kind of scary situation, the majority of the action involved in taking and sending this picture and the accompanying text message was accomplished through voice command, and I kept my eyes scanning the road. Technology is neat. The future is now. Which could explain why the World of Tomorrow exhibit that was at Disneyland the last time Ben and I went was kind of disappointing... because it didn't seem so much like the future as some rich guy's house in the present.
Anyway, Katie wound up arriving after me, anyway, because the lady who was supposed to give her the keys to her classroom was let off early.
We had dinner at the Lazy Dog. There was a beautiful husky and a sweet German shepherd in the patio and I wanted to hug them both but I didn't. We ate inside. Since it was happy hour, we ordered a pitcher of raspberry moscato sangria. I managed not to trip all over myself when we finished it. We walked the buzz off around the mall.
Fortunately, by the time I had to head home, the fire was contained enough that they left two southbound lanes open, but Waze directed me to a side street that magically routed me around all the fire traffic and I was back in town earlier than anticipated, so I picked up some donuts from Peterson's on the way home. Turned out that Bob and Ben, who get off work around the same time, wound up having dinner together, too, though Bob logged on to Waze half-way through my drive, so I did not see him.